Morning hours

L'aria è fresca e pulita. The air is fresh and clean. I open the window wide to let in the coolness. In the distance I can hear the hum of mowers already at work, despite the fact that there is still dew upon the lawns. I smell the sweet aroma of newly cut grass. The world isn't quite awake and the sun hasn't yet begun to melt or parch the earth. This is my slice of time that I can call my own. A time before the day fully engages and competing domands on my attention are made. This is a time of peace, and clarity of thought. I savor the cool morning breeze, for I know, that it too will soon vanish, as the sun rises higher in the sky.