This morning was the perfect start to winter, with gray skies and muted colors creating a velvety moodiness when I looked outside my window. The stillness of the longest night gave way to the sound of soft rain and crows flying overhead.
Early morning for me is always the best time of day for creativity and inspiration. It’s also time to get lost in a newly discovered trail, only to see where it leads. A gentle nudge to move from the past and push myself to grow.