One of my favorite times of the day is before most are awake - those moments when darkness gives way to first light and then the sun rises. Not only is it such a peaceful time - the quiet before everything starts to wake up, but there is also a message of hope in the certainty that no matter how dark the night was, the sun will always rise and bring light. It may not always be a clear sky with the sun's brightest rays but it always shines through even the thickest clouds and fog.
This morning my day began before first light as my goal was to arrive at the Atlanta Botanical Garden when it opened at 9:00 a.m. eastern time. So as I drove the several hour drive in silence, I took in the transition and then watched how the fog played with the light as the sun rose over the horizon.
It is in moments like these that I ground myself, that I remind myself of the light on the other side.
I then spent over two hours in one of my happy places. There is something that nourishes me about spending time with the flowers - sitting with them, walking among them, smelling them, photographing them, chasing a few bees and butterflies, etc.
By the way, I don't think I cried today. Is that a first since he told me his final decision almost 3 weeks ago?
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