I got up to sore feet 

Walked out the pain

Put on my boots opened the door 

Felt the crisp air 

Breathed it in deep into my lungs 

Turned the corner to the barn 

Was struck by the beauty in the mist

The sun on my cheeks through the haze 

Horses knickering , ducks quacking ,roosters crowing. 

The stillness -the calm

The beauty in the mist. I want to cry for how beautiful it is. 

Is heaven like this I thought 

Then I recall words from a conversation years ago as i sat on a beach asking the same thing. 

“I think it’s like this only better”.