It’s one of those amazing almost-the-end-of-summer mornings, and the air feels light. The temperature is a little cool, just shy of an actual chill. The sun is just now peeking through the trees, and the leaves are mostly still, dancing every now and then on an amiable little breeze that’s skirting through. There have been a few mornings like this as of late. Although, by mid-day, we’ll undoubtedly be reminded that, here in the South, summer isn’t quite through with us yet.
Even through the heat of the season, the first thing I do each morning is sit here on my back porch and breathe in the air. I find my way out here often, whether it’s early before the sun rises, or late at night with only the moon and stars as companions. This is where I find inspiration. I’m drawn to places where I feel peaceful and can let my mind wander, like this spot on my porch, or the seashore with the tide coming and going in a continuous roll that never ends.
