morn after....

There's something to say about mornings. Not the mornings that begin with Zeke screaming that he wants "strawberrs" (a.k.a. strawberry milk), but mornings when you wake up to the picture above.

Now that we live on the edge of the Salt Lake valley, we see some beautiful sunrises and stars, and it is such an awesome feeling to be in the middle of herds of deer. One can't explain the awe in words. I love where our house is.














Morn, as in 'morning', use to be my favorite time of the day for me. However, since having kids, I am a little short on my sleep stores and crave it like no other. I miss the days when we use to live on Main Street in Downtown Salt Lake City. I miss walking down to Trax to go to school while listening to mix of slow "I shall not walk alone" by Ben Harper or "The News" by Jack Johnson. I remember the crisp air that refreshed your step, and the prefect mix of shadows and early 'morn' sunlight. The music, with the walking, and the sights... ....perfect.

Sorry about the reminiscing. I just missing a little morning time. joe