This morning I woke with a need to hear the trees. It is May and the weather has been exceptionally beautiful and warm for this time of year. The cool crisp light shafted in through my window around 5am when I woke and I simply longed to be out in it. At such an hour, it is as if the world has not quite begun to think and the birds are simply singing their hearts out, for the love of it. I fell in love with their sounds, the murmuring of the trees and the light playing tag with me as I walked in the woods. It seemed the morning was there to greet me; to whisper "Good Morning...I love you" .... I found it this Tuesday. Right here. What's not to love?