Inspiration begins with the morning light, when colors are newborn, freshly painted from the sky, skipping across the landscape, carefree, before they bake in the life of day.

– The Morning Light, Copyright 2009 by Wilson Wyatt Jr.   (Click on image for full size)

Did you hear the first bird wake?  The crickets retreat?  This is that private time, the silence between sleep and awake.

This is my time…before thought or duty…when the inner spirit is renewed, opening like a flower, knowing not the past or future, sensing only the images before me, freshly cast, still wet with dew, uncluttered, unaffected.

This is that euphoric time, welcoming creativity, a time to write, seek new images, and shape thoughts never dreamed before.

The morning light…such freedom, such beauty.