Early Morning Mist

I woke up early, as usual, and took my steaming cup of coffee out on the patio to welcome the day. It was still dark, and I could feel the cool mist on my face. There was a hint of fall arriving in the air...cool enough for me to put on a light sweater. There is some thing very special about the early morning that resonates with me...a calm and quiet not yet disturbed by the hustle of the day. Most people were still asleep which gave me a sense of having the purity of the morning all to myself.

The mist was so refreshing and I wanted to bask in it a little longer so I took my cup of coffee and open my wooden gate and headed down my driveway, but something out of the corner of my eye caused me to freeze. Under my giant weeping cherry tree stood a doe, and beneath her curled up in the fresh mown grass, close to the trunk of the tree... her two fawns, still sleeping.   I stood there eye to eye with the doe...I dare not move a muscle to undo this misty morning vision. The steam from my coffee swirled and arose to my nostrils tempting me to take a sip, but I stood steadfast. Occasionally the doe flipped her white tail and bent down close to her fawns to nibble on the grass, but never taking her gaze away from me. Then she  gently nudged her little ones, and ever so slowly they came to there feet. The three of them grazed under the protection of the weeping cherry for a short time longer..then slowly disappeared into the morning mist.

I don't know about you, but when I am privileged to be a part of a special event like that, it makes my heart SMILE with wonder and appreciation !!