Cloudy and warm, Maybe a storm
You can never quite tell, From the morning…
And it’s going to be a day, There is really no way to say, No to the morning…
Yes it’s going to be a day, There is really nothing left to say, But come on morning.–Dan Folgelberg
Do you ever feel as if your life is set to music? I do.
Take for example this mornings sunrise–as the pinks deepened and the magic of the morning unfolded, Dan Folgelberg, was singing his, Morning Song, inside my head. Moments later Jimmy joined me on the deck and the refrain from the song, Feels Like Home, by Edwina Hayes, drowned out Dan.
It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I’m all the way back where I belong
It feels like I’m all the way back where I belong.–Edwina Hayes
There we stood on our deck, in the cold morning air–the soundtrack of my life on repeat– bare feet on wet wood, stilled by the majesty.
Indeed, it’s going to be a day…