A New Day
As the early morning sun kissed Eighty Acres my mind wrestled with a dozen excuses not to take my daily walk. My soul was restless, my mind impatient and I wondered what good would there be to trek through the wet sticky woods today. The night had brought little relief from the weeks heat and humidity, and I knew the mosquitoes were patiently waiting for another blood donation from me. But with a big yawn and camera in hand, I grudgingly set off on my journey. Soon after entering the woods a stream of morning sunlight cut through the forest canopy brightening the trail ahead of me. It was then I felt the presence of the Earth Mother as she welcomed me back to the land and reminded me to celebrate the new day, for this day will never come again.