Sunbeams peering through the window blinds, Like sun soaked Fairies, they begin dancing upon my face. My eyelids though heavy, begin itching and twitching, eager to reveal a new day. I slowly push back the covers, “wait--what day is this? Wednesday, ah--yes, my day off.” I leisurely retreat back to my pillow, its lingering warmth embracing me once again, pleasantly surprised by my sudden return.
Every muscle wincing, as they stretch as far as the east is from the west and back. Like a tattered, friendly, old sweater’s feel, I suddenly realize why a comforter is named such, as she again envelopes’ me like a mother’s arms. I really have no reason to rush from my cocoon; the day will await my intrusion a while longer.
My ears suddenly perk! My moment of solitude disturbed by the … “is that what I think it is?” What instrument is this? Its melody pure, not every note in perfect pitch, yet no sweeter sound! In a strange but pleasant way, I am reminded of an Orchestras’ warm–up session before a concert, Though sounding much like an Interstate thirty-two car pile-up, it prepares my senses for melodious bliss!
Perhaps a violin, or exuberant song birds soaring above the highest peaks? From bass to oboe, this euphoric choir sends waves of excitement throughout my being like an angelic heart defibrillator! There is one instrument over-shadowing the others! Its notes held in space as he crescendos. Deep tones of--laughter? YES it is--laughter! Roused from a delicious stupor, I cannot refrain from joining in.
This concerto invading my space is none other than the laughter of Children at play-the neighboring schoolyard-my concert hall. Oh! The treasures that daily go unnoticed.
Thank you Lord for this nugget of gold! “It is often said, that we should stop and smell the roses. Has God provided you this day, a Treasure that may go unnoticed?” When the Orchestra warms up, I pray that I am attent to its melody!