This morning was so perfect. The distant dark colors were rising just as we were leaving. The moon was a sliver crescent just above the silhouetted treeline.
As I walked to the car with the tired tiny one on my shoulder, we stopped to take in the beauty of the scene. We listened to the birds singing their morning songs, and watched the slight breeze tickling the leaves.
We started out of the driveway, and I watched in the rearview mirror as he glanced out over the fields. "red....purple....lellow....oringe....blue....purple....red," he whispered softly, as if in a trance. "That's a sunrise," I told him. "Sunwise?," he murmured. Then it was back to that longing, sleepy glance. "Bu-tee-ful... Mommy...," as his eyes gently closed.
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