It’s my holiest time of the day, the dayspring, the squinting hours near sunrise, just before the light comes, before the trace of familiar makes itself known. Nothing draws me into the arms of God more fully than standing here before the world starts its whispers.
Barbara Mahany
4 Comments
Earl
There is something special about those hours. Beautiful photo, Monte!
Monte Stevens
When I first arrived robins and meadowlark s greeted me with their songs. I knew I was where I was supposed to be. I love those twilight hours.
Faye White
That moment when the sun first appears on the horizon – anything is possible.
Monte Stevens
So very true, Faye. I like how she writes, “…the world starts its whispers.” We must listen to that whisper!!! I hope you have a good day today! Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment, always appreciated.