This morning I choose to be thankful, for the twinkling constellations above my head, for the full moon in all of its celestial radiance, for the whisp of clouds above my head that will soon enough be the whisp of clouds above your head, and the night sky in the fleeting moments before twilight takes hold across our slumbering valley.

Before long the first rays of light will clear the mountaintops surrounding our valley and all of this will fade away . . . but hidden in the everlasting beauty of the dawn are the whispers of a new day.