A Misty Morning in May

On a misty spring morning, I drive along the hills of an East Tennessee rock-laden road – admiring a new dawn. I am appreciative of how nature has embraced the dampness of the season.

I could easily notice the holes of uncertainty and isolation as many of the spring blooms stretch upward from the ground, some appearing exhausted from the wetness of the night.

As I drive without fear or doubt, I imagine the colors of the field as all stand still, captured by time. The cows feast on fresh grass and some find flavor in their bales of hay. Young goats ran about – appearing eager to play. A flock of house wren or pine siskin fly towards a visible nesting place. Nothing seemed to notice me as I slowly creep along – in no hurry to arrive at a specific place.

There is a flowing creek with beautiful water rushing downslope. I desire to get a handful of this clear water – just to feel its purity and coolness against me face. Perhaps I will pass for now, while taking notes of nature and at least one thing that I have learned to appreciate – this state. Just like wildlife, I must transition to a place of growth and space. Such a morning drive fascinates me.

Nothing pushy along this drive, in such elements I am free. Cruising, just me and a cup of hot herbal tea. Windows crack, fresh air flowing in. A piece of heaven is seeing foxes play near their den. A quite peaceful spring morning, no headaches or thoughts of weariness. There is a fascination about deep green blades of grass that an eastern cottontail rabbit sits in.

The shiny objects along the road are rocks with a reflection of gold, at least to me. My thoughts are on the mesmerizing meanings of every mile I drive, even admiring the emotional transition that develops inside of me. To spend a day doing this, I will someday miss but this morning, beauty is all I have.