Beautiful Mornings

I have been one acquainted with the night.

I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.

I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.

I have passed by the watchman on his beat

And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet

When far away an interrupted cry

Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;

And further still at an unearthly height,

One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right

I have been one acquainted with the night.

                                        Acquainted with the Night- Robert Frost

It is a beautiful morning.  A low hanging fog hangs over my neighborhood, not enough to obscure vision but just enough to make my scenery look more compelling.  The sun is out too casting parallel shadows  from the still bare trees.  The colors seem more vibrant ever since yesterdays rain.  And the air is fresher, cleaner with a continuance of an early Spring since we had no winter.

I need mornings now.  

I have been one acquainted with the night.