On the way to work yesterday morning, everything I encountered reminded me of "On the Pulse of Morning," one of my favorite poems by Maya Angelou. One thing I love about mornings is that it seems that there is a peacefulness inherent in it. Everything looked bright and new. Looking up, I saw the mountains clearly on the edge of the land. The trees had this fresh look on them. The air felt cool and refreshing. It was as if every part of nature woke up to greet me to say, "Good morning." And it was a good morning.
In the last stanza of the poem, Angelou writes:
Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister's eyes, into
Your brother's face, your country
And say simply
So this morning, I plan on saying,"Good morning" to everyone I see.