One of the many blessings of my country life with livestock on the prairies is that nine times out of ten I am outside in the morning to see the sunrise and again in the evening to see it set.
Not only do I witness this unhindered view Mother Nature presents on a regular basis but I partake of it amidst the earthly, natural sounds of each season. And thus my days are marked and tallied.
On this winter morning the sunrise was enveloped in silence and stillness. No sounds, not even the birds, no wind. For a brief moment my breath and the breath of nature were in sync.
Somehow I feel more whole on these days.