.:Early Morning Bliss:.

    A small pitter patter of rain drops, brings about a bliss, in the early morning. The smell of cleaner air, fills the air around the land. Soft rays of early morning light, slowly make their way across the land. Is this how things should be?

    A soft chill blows through the trees. Bringing with it, the clean air from the rain. As the soft chill blows over the hills, the clouds slowly part their ways revealing, a soft glow from beyond. The glow slowly grows in strength, as the cloud cover continues to part. How is this even possible?

    The rain drops slowly move away, as the clouds continue traveling, across the early morning sky. Soft pastel hues of color, slowly starts to creep across the morning light, that begins to fill the early morning sky. The clean air, brings about a sense of peace in the air its self. Is this even real?

    Colors start to brighten, and grow stronger, as the early morning continues on. Soft yellows, soft reds, soft blues, all grow in strength, as the light of the morning, caresses over the sky above, and the land below. How is this so peaceful?

    Small sounds, begin to rise like a choir. Early birds, chirp away as they fluff their feathers. The birds slowly stretch their wings, waking them up from the night of slumber. More and more chirping, slowly progresses towards a symphony of birds in the early morning bliss.

    This is how things should be. Because, it is very much so possible. Especially since it is real. And being real, possible, and as it should be, it brings about an early morning blissful peace.