Clean air that is easy to breathe.
Rushing water from the fountain in the pond behind my house.
Birds singing their welcome to the sunrise.
Coolness that is untainted by the burn of summer heat.
Coffee brewing with the promise of a mid-morning break.
Energy that is renewed.
Smooth sheets pressed against smooth skin.
Snores of a guide dog who has few concerns in this world.
A to-do list that gives purpose instead of need.
A book so good that it refuses to be put down.
Things to anticipate in the week ahead, but not too many to clutter the scene.
An ability to forget or outright reject how the morning bliss won't last.
The knowledge that tomorrow, God willing, will hold another sunrise.
I will celebrate the mornings.