An avalanche of gratitude,
a barrage of gratitude,
a waterfall of gratitude,
my cup overfloweth with endless amounts of gratitude.
I take my gratitude walk before the sun rises.
Hot, dark roasted coffee with cream in my right hand,
Dog, Carl, on leash, in tow in my left hand,
Ahhhh,
the quiet,
the solitude of my town on the river.
The trains go by,
faint whistling in the backdrop
of our dreamworld,
that calms
our village.
This train’s whistle is a comforting drone
as many still lay in their warm beds,
others
just stirring,
some getting off third shift at the factory.
I do my gratitude walk
and start
listing all that I am grateful for:
this peaceful morning,
this lovely cup o’ joe’,
the crisp, air,
my kids…thinking about the gifts each one gives to me,
this town,
this river,
this train whistling by,
my spunky joint custody dog, Carl,
the first quarter morning at dawn,
the warm house I live in on this zero degree morning,
the old, reliable van I drive,
the people I am blessed to know,
the customers,
my family and friends,
on and on and on,
I give thanks,
this is my gratitude walk
in the morning’s first light.
