The Morning Awakening

I was witness to an atmosphere in our fair St. Louis on the road to work this morning that much resembled a picture I once studied of far away Scotland. I wouldn't had thought to compare St. Louis to Scotland but what I saw today was the morning sun, hovering in mid-air, afire in the sky, same as that picture of long ago. The morning mist lightly glazing the grass on the hills gave a gentle finish to the picture. It evenly coated it with a sheer white sprinkle of frost as far as I could see. It was a calm, majestic view I knew wouldn't last so I savored the moment.

Then, as I began to enter the downtown arena, I witnessed how the hub of the city was coming alive as it does each day. The sun reflected it's fiery heat onto the concrete buildings and changed the cool gray cement walls into the color of orang-ish-pink adobe clay. It warmed the buildings to a human glow. And do you know what? I can't remember seeing it in such this way ever before, but it was there each morning. It's great to be living instead of just existing.