Early morning air is a little like virgin snow. It is crisp and fresh and new, and not yet marred by the intense rays of the sun, or whatever other weighty things might fill it up or bring it down.
My favorite sensory experience in this whole wide world, in this whole big life, is the feel of newborn baby's skin. There is no equal anywhere. It is new and innocent and soft and exquisite!
I like the feel of the cool morning air blowing softly on my skin. I can hear the birds sing, the distant traffic. I can smell the lilacs. I can see the flowers and the trees. I can taste the coffee.
All the senses fully engaged.
Morning air is one of life's little pleasures. Such a simple thing!
God is good.
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