First moments

When I got out of bed this morning, I felt a chill from the autumn air that had been flowing through the room since yesterday evening. The air was cooled by midnight and would soon be warmed by the burgeoning sun rising over the hills. The seasons are changing. I can feel it.I opened the window and looked onto the white horizon sky; so intense was the white sky it took me a few moments to notice the faint blues that were already above me and extended across most of the rest of the sky. I love this time of year, when I wake up closer to the sunrise now that it happens a bit later in the morning. The sunlight illuminated the rusty leaves on the tips of a tree outside, a tree still green in its core but, like all trees, starting to change as summer becomes autumn.I thought about the first moments of the day. I found great joy in looking out the window for the first time this morning, the same joy as I feel every time I see the sun rise. I revelled in noting the sights and feelings and…