Grateful I am.

Grateful I am for the way the light bursts into morning, and rolls upon the hill.

Grateful I am for the chance to stand in kitchen windows stirring porridge washing dishes watching daybreak, watching goldsoft light wrap its warmth around the hill.

Grateful I am for the chance to walk in wild wet places, drenched by rain, softened by the green that follows.

Grateful I am for the way the sun breaks the morning when I look to Abbey Hill.

Grateful I am for the lens that lets me capture, that helps me notice, that wakes my seeing, that gifts my waking.

Grateful I am for the moment when the morning breaks and all else falls away, lost in the breath of the kiss of the morning, and the gold on the green of the curves of Abbey Hill.

Irish Morning

Grateful I am for that moment.

Grateful I am.

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