There is a part of me that seems to feel at home in a forest, in the early morning.

Not a sound is heard but the sound of my foot steps caressing the leaf covered floor of this Algonquin forest. There in the branch and tree filtered light, it is morning and there is magic.

Stopping I listen, not a sound.

Fingers of light from the sun begin to reach through the trees. More and more the sun pores through the branches and a feeling of awe strikes you, as you bear witness to this extraordinary moment.

As you stand and soak in the beauty of mornings light, you begin to hear the stirrings of life. From gentle whispers and rustlings, the sounds begin to rise from everywhere around you and a new day is born.

It is “Dawn”.