By Renaissance Girl
I got up early this morning and walked down to the garden. I love the hush of early morning, especially after a rain. The air has that cool, fresh tang, and everything hangs with drops of water perched on the ends of branches or suspended on petals and leaves. Everything feels refreshed — which, on a Monday morning, is much needed.
Perhaps a reminder for me that no matter where else I look for refreshment, the real Source is not the amount of sleep I get, or the moments I can steal for myself — but the Sender of Rain who knows just what to send, and when.