Setting by this fire and praying early in the morning. I know I can sleep late, but when the sun rises I think I should also. The hands on the clock and the days of the calendar seem to be moving at warp speed and life is short. I don’t want to miss a thing. I need to hear all the birds sing and feel every breeze.
Like the wisp of fog that lingers over the water so is life. Only a vapor that fades in the morning sun. I will treasure every minute because every minute is gift from God.