Whisky white clouds scattered across a striking blue sky
The low overnight temperature left a layer of frost across the ground
The nip in the air was felt as a crisp, fresh day emerged
It was the perfect morning
The perfect morning to explore new horizons
With my head down and my tail up I followed new scents and discovered new sights
I walked up hills, along rocky tracks and when I reached the top, I stopped
I stopped and breathed
Allowing the calmness and the serenity to seep in and feed our souls
It was the perfect morning
