Kisses Yet Tasted

It's 6 a.m. Friday morning, and I've been awake since 3 a.m. Awakening in the middle of the night with an idea for a story that would take me to a higher level in my writing, one that would undoubtedly give me great satisfaction; and that's truly what I write for...to find satisfaction within myself. Telling a story, and conveying its meaning to those who read my words is just icing. The real cake is being happy with who I am and what I write. So I came downstairs, set up my cozy writing nook, and then I read one sentence that changed my morning. It read "Listening to Helen Jane Long, Echo" What is one more minute going to hurt as I googled 'Helen Jane Long'? A quick review, then to playlist.com, and I found one song entitled "Stars" from Miss Long.
The delicate touch of the piano begins, and the silence of the quiet morning awakens into a melodic rhapsody. As the sun breaks through the window and the beauty of the Japanese maple outside the kitchen window catches my eye, I recall why I chose this piece of land to settle upon, and now know why I awoke early. It wasn't about writing, it was more. It was something or someone pulling me out of bed saying, "Hey, you're going to miss something wonderful if you sleep in! Wake up, experience life! It's not too late!"
As the music faded into a decrescendo, I was left awakening to an inner peace. A new day had dawned with all its wonders and kisses yet tasted. And the coffee...the coffee. Oh yes, I think I shall have another sip from this cup of life....