I found a spot on the hill, and watched as a day was brought to life; a front row seat to watch the production unfold
I could hear birds slowly waking up, just like the instruments warmup for their performance; waiting for the soundtrack of this day to be revealed.
What would this day hold? What is in store? There is excitement, anticipation, wonder and hope.
What makes a day good? Is it simply my attitude? Is it the expectation of something that makes a day worth something? What does your day hold for you?