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”.