Good Morning, Beautiful

When your eyes opened for the first time today, when they were still heavy from sleep, being not quite yet able to focus in completely but just able enough to recognize the light of morning; did you notice how graciously the rays streamed in through your windows like a waterfall, filling the whole room with it's warmth? Did you notice how they gently kissed your skin? Or how much they danced, weaving back and forth through the strands of your hair? Did you notice how weightlessly crisp the air felt when you inhaled your first conscious breath of a new day? Or how it poured quickly into your lungs and left just the same? Did you notice how it's chill frosted up around your windows, transforming all that was seen into blurred smears of unidentifiable shapes and figures? When you woke up this morning, when the world still possessed a reinforced stillness that birthed an echoing silence, creating feelings of oneness and love that could be only compared to the idea of God; did you notice?