Morning has broken
Last week, the world was bathed in light, with the sense of new beginnings and possibilities.
And I couldn’t help thinking of Cat Stevens singing:
Morning has broken like the first morning.
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird.
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning.
The feather touch of frost, the misty dawn, those glorious colours found an echo, a song in my soaring spirit.
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