Morning Prayer

I rise with the sun, cradling a cup of coffee and the world sings a fresh tune… a melody rising in the dew.

Each note is a call, a prayer for the day, for the mountains, valleys, fields stretched far, breathing with me.

Let me honor nature, let me honor her spirit, let me walk her footsteps, let me breathe her air.

For in this moment I am one with it all, and the sun blesses each new dawn, a reminder, we are connected, woven in the fabric of this great journey.

• Jack Kerouac

• Jack Kerouac