Morning Dew

I open the door to step out and welcome dawn. The sun rises in The East revealing a beautiful PINK in the light cloud structure. A light wind and cool, but not a chill is how it feels to me. I look up as a blue heron flies above. Its totem value is SELF REFLECTION. I wait quietly for the bus. The wait is short, but we encounter a long train halfway to my destination. It chug chug chugs as it goes along. I ding the bell to depart my seat and the bus and step out into the sunshine as it is more up since the bus stop. I breathe in the fresh air and I open the door to my writing shelter: Starbucks Coffee.