Sometime around 4:30 this morning I woke up to the sound of a softly falling rain. I could feel the cool air coming in through the open windows and I could hear the 4am birds (a group of birds that throws a raucous daily party at 4am) chirping with a little less enthusiasm than usual. I could picture them all taking cover under one of the trees in the backyard, fluffing damp feathers and chattering away.
I lay under the covers, listening. It's going to be a good day I thought to myself. The could feel the waves of fresh air rolling through, leaving a crisp clean scent in their wake. I could hear the sleeping sounds of animals and humans scattered throughout the house. I was the only one awake, well along with the 4am birds. I took in the moment with gratitude, just one of those moments that seemed meant for me to enjoy and appreciate. It is most certainly going to be a good day.