Fall has finally passed and Winter has arrived. Here in California unfortunately it isn't feeling much like Winter yet. This year just hasn't brought us much rain or snow. However, we have finally had some cold mornings which reminds me of some of my favorite memories as a child.

When I would wake up early...

I would roll out of bed, stepping onto the cold tile I would make my way down the hall toward the front door. As the sun would rise the light would slowly peek in thru the glass prism designs on the door creating rainbows which I would maneuver around as if I could ruin them. As the door opened a rush of cold air would swarm my face and instantaneously give my whole body chills. Yet I would linger, watching the leaves of grass start to gain color. Anything I would touch would immediately loose its icy feel. The sounds of the birds were magical, just like a movie. Then a passing car would get my attention. In time I would make my way back inside and watch the steam rise from the heated pool in the backyard eventually dipping my feet in.

These mornings are some of the most vivid memories I can remember. I can't even begin to explain how it felt but remembering such peace sure makes me miss it.


"Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow." -Melody Beattie