We’re not the only ones that find joy in the first light of morning. Our companions on this big blue ball hurtling through space find as much pleasure in the beginning of the day as we do. For some it means that they’ve made it through another night and celebrate the gift of another day. For others it may just be the colors and freshness of the light that gives them reason to address the morning.

This plover seems to be one of those that is finding the colors of the morning require some comment. Perhaps a word of thanks, or a call to the universe to say it is here and alive and glad of it. I belong to that camp. Just take it in. Be immersed in the moment. Be glad you’re alive. Sing a song of the morning just because you can.