The Warmest Morning

The warmest morning…always feels like the beginning. Never lose your relationship with a new beginning.

I always look at things cinematically and when I think of a new beginning I think of an empty room. Always an empty white room. To me, that room feels like the warmest morning. That morning starts with a roasted orange glazing from the dark of night. The moon was scarce, so the purple tides in glistening on a roaring kissable…orange. When you film, you always record atmospheric noise. The sound is always, warm. You know what that sounds like to you. Every, empty, white, endless…but beautiful. Because everything is still. There are no responsibilities, angst, pressures, uncertainties, distractions. There is only a clear peaceful moment before. Before the responsibilities, angst, pressures, uncertainties…so forth and so forth. I leave space for my morning. My new beginning. The Final Day and the beginning of mine. How shall I honor this, moment. I didn't always feel this way. But I realized its intention. I will be more intentional.