A hope of decorated breaths

         Decorated is one silent breath. The hold of frost
in the moment. A prayer of thanksgiving for one new
day to stand, to be.

         Here the beginning is refreshed and the spirit
is giggling. Such a wonder in the simplest pieces of
joy.

         My wake up call. Sitting enjoying the moment of
complete darkness. Still though I am not scared just
in awe of the possibilities that can transpire in
the new day. The bounce of happiness that just waits.

        Oh do you feel it? Is this how your first morning
breath becomes?

        One more way I can draw closer, one more
note of joy I can spread. Shh listen to the whistling
of breeze as it shocks the senses. Indeed the crispness
of the early morning air is exactly what I needed
to experience.

     Hold onto the hope of what made be offered. Be
surprised by the gentleness of steps thrown inside
the day. Careful guide the words that are deep
and look for the right time to express.

      Here, yes, my day has opened. The slumbering
eyes of slate have transformed to glittering
sapphires. Dancing, I am,  in my room for the purest
piece of radiance. Oh yes I shine.

     So clearly are the ecstatic bounces and twirls. A
hope of so much joy that a smile sits even as I woke up.

     So my dear friend I hope this morning turns into
a grand adventure for me, for you too. A glance
of smiles and lots of giggling surprises. So are you
with me in the beginning of a spectacular day?