The Magic of Morning Part 2

Since we were the only ones up, and the morning was so beautiful, calling to us in the ways of the trees and birds and all living things, an idea sprang into my mind.

"Want to go for a walk with me? You can ride your bike and I'll walk."

I had a 50/50 chance of an affirmative response.

Ezra jumped up from the couch and ran to get his shoes on.

Before long we were gliding down G Ave, him on his bike and me jogging a bit to keep up.

The air was still. The sun burned holes in the Eastern leaves that promised a swift sunrise. The grass glistened with morning dew. There seemed to be a haze that hung lightly in the air. The world of humanity slept or kept quiet. No cars. No talking. Only the sounds of creation singing its morning song.

My soul sang along with creation.

We passed all the familiar sights - the Lee's, then Martha's and the garden, then Deb's and Houseman's. We snuck around Moffet and back to G, then left again on Westnedge and up Edison where we peeked at Brandon's new house (the highlight of Ezra's ride).

Back in our driveway, the sun had lifted itself over the top of the trees and quickly warmed us to that perfect temperature. You know the one. By that time Ethan had woken and peeked out the window at us, probably wondering what we were doing out there so early in the morning.

Two minutes later, Ethan joined us. We all pointed our faces into the sun.

"I need to tell you a secret," I said. You know as well as I that secrets are universally enticing to 5 and 7 year olds.

They both turned and looked at me at the same time. Both silent.

My mind wasn't quite sure what I wanted to say...but my heart knew.

"Mornings are like magic boys. Nature wakes up first and you've got to get up and get out to see and experience it. Because something happens out here in the morning. At night, we lay down and close our eyes and it's sort of like dying...dying to yesterday...dying to what was. But every morning everything is new. It's like rising from the dead. We have a new chance to do or be what we couldn't do or be yesterday. It's like magic."

Well, I'm not sure what the boys thought of all that. All I know is that for a few minutes after, we were altogether quiet. Quiet...with the rest of humanity witnessing to creation's poignantly beautiful resurrection song.