Restless, I turned toward the window. A bleary awareness of light penetrated my sleep anesthetized mind. Morning. Reluctantly, mechanically, I crawled from my warm nest and performed the perfunctory grooming tasks before pulling on my jogging clothes. A drink of juice and out the door I strode. In the predawn hush I stretched and then turned toward the park. The earth waited in quiet reverence, still tucked in the womb of the morning. Already, the eastern sky glowed with the soft fuzz of a ripened peach. Hurry, I thought, the magic’s about to begin.
As I swung into the park my stride slowed, for a vision of wonder grew before my eyes. Fog rose from the tranquil lake waters and crept up and over the lawn softening images of immovable oaks and gumbo limbo. The tightly wrapped bud of a wild morning glory peeked from a lakeside thicket and relaxed in eager anticipation of the sunrise.
Ever so gradually rays from the still hidden sun played a visual symphony of splendor upon the sky. First, dusty periwinkle blue clouds glowed with edges of fiery tangerine. Then, shafts of golden light spread upward reaching toward the western horizon. Suddenly, the white hot sun burst into view washing the atmosphere in hues of deepening ruby orange. The earth blushed with the radiance of fresh light as it threw off its misty shroud.
On cue, the trumpet like morning glory unfolded. A field of diamonds spread across the grass sparkling in the growing light. I began to run. A flock of white ibis, flushed from their mangrove beds, took wing whirring past me, their flight feathers gilded with sunlight. A red-bellied woodpecker churr-churred for his mate as if to say, “Come, this tree has the tastiest bugs.” Tiny grass skippers flitted across the field seeking out miniature flowers rich with nectar.