waiting to exhale

In the morning, the earth yawns and stretches through the fog and mist that settled through the night. Birds and animals dart around like the busy thoughts trying check through their list of things-to-do before the day begins. Soon after, sunlight burns through, melting away the fog and bringing clarity to the day like a strong and steamy cup of hot coffee. In the daytime, she gives us nothing but technicolor dreams – a symphony of sights and sounds and smells orchestrated perfectly in every carefully placed petal, branch and breeze.

It is at dusk, though, when I love her most. She gently stretches out, her curvaceous arms wrapping them around our tired and restless souls, rocking us gently to sleep while she slowly exhales through her sherbert colored skies, calmly and quietly resting to prepare for another beautiful tomorrow.

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