Beneath an opening sky, she sways gracefully and coaxes ethereal music from her panpipes. Her song’s haunting beauty floats lazily through the air, searching out, caressing, and quickening the hearts of all who will listen.
Every morning she plays her pipes in celebration of the unfolding day and all it might bring.
Without such devotion, mornings would become rather dull affairs.
There would be none of those deliciously cozy, half-awake feelings that arise when the brain is conscious but not yet in full control. Far fewer chances, too, of easing into the day with that special smile. That’s the one which rides piggyback on feelings of glorious anticipation.
And only shadows would remain of those extraordinary, uplifting dreams that, if remembered clearly, would inspire you for an entire day.
Oh yes, without her special gifts, mornings would simply ache with dullness.
When your morning arrives, then, is it her song that awakens you? As the morning’s light trickles in around the drawn shades, do you also hear a pipe’s delicate song floating in as well?
Perhaps it’s then that your heart flutters, you smile sleepily, and your thoughts turn to all the goodness that this day will bring.