Summer Mornings
Like the first dewfall
Morning has Broken by Cat Stevens
on the first grass
Summer mornings.
Shhhh.
Hear the birds?
They whisper it’s time to wake.
The air is cooler.
The dew is wet.
It’s quiet, first thing,
except for the birds,
who are singing their songs.
Mornings.
The coffee brews.
The mind awakes.
The body follows.
Moving slower.
Easing into the day.
No need to rush.
It’s your special time,
to be alone,
to relax,
to reflect,
to restore your soul.
Summer mornings.
They teach us:
to notice,
to linger,
to let the day come to you.
a kitchenette for slow mornings, a patio for unhurried evenings, and a porch where you can finally… just be.
–Nadia Crane, Sweet Dreams in Sacramento, Blog 8/22/25
This summer,
May your mornings be slow.
May you find a quiet corner to soothe your soul
as you breathe in the fresh dew of a new day.

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