I rode the train one morning recently, like I'd done a thousand times before. The sun was just up, and color was still in the light, bouncing off everything. I looked out the window as we passed over the salt marsh spying five mallards moving slowly in the dawn. The water was like glass, a deep blue, reflecting magenta, pinks, purples and a fiery orange with the brilliant green of the marsh grass at the edges. It was peaceful.

A golden haze like a veil caressed the edges of every leaf and blade of grass, and shown on the sparkling edges of the water as it fanned out in a wake behind each of the foul. My heart sighed within me, wishing each moment could be filled with this… the beauty of a simple world. And in such, perhaps I would always find this peace. The sound of the train lulled me to relax, and whoosh... the scene was gone.