It is one of those morns A morn that I sometimes don't mind to curl up with a fluffy throw and watch those dark and mysterious skies, where the still waters lie underneath the gray skies Where it seems there's no sign of life; but if you listen to the silence, you might be surprised. Love the way the trees adhere to Mother Nature. She has a way to dominate and ask those trees to submit and cease their vigorous dance. And then you hear and behold sweet goodness, the rhythmic trickling of water and the light flutter of leaves on those trees. It's as if they're whispering to one another. I choose to lie here in obedience and experience the beauty before me. There's no need for chatter. There's no need to do a chore or run an errand. I just wish to soak this all in and store it within. You see, silence is so important. So on this gray and quiet morn, where there's no sight of blue skies and sunlight, I choose to embrace, savor and surrender to the delights of Mother Nature. Her offerings are spectacular. Life is good.