The valley began the day in hushed anticipation as the sun rose.
The fog, not yet lifted, lay like a child’s blanket over the expanse.
The sun touched the sky, gently kissing it with nursery colors of pinks and blues.
The promise of the day.
Breaths held; waiting for the warming embrace of the morning.
As the sun filled the sky, the valley once again began its morning songs, welcoming the miracle of another day.
© 2018 Penny Wilson
* Sue’s beautiful photo really spoke to me. It made me think of New Beginnings and rebirth. The pinks and blues made me think of babies. This is in response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto prompt and the prompt word, Valley. If you would like to get in on the weekly fun, you can check out Sue’s post HERE.