Sitting in the bracing early-morning chill on the bank of the pond at the city park.
Clouds drifting directly overhead, painted by the light of the rising sun, and reflected in the waters of the pond.
Mist drifting across the pond's surface, with my breath now and then adding its tiny contribution to it.
The occasional tiny splash of a falling leaf, and the sound of a wood duck skimming across the surface in a nearby cove.
After only a few minutes I had to go on my way, to get home and prepare for the day's work. Work? While I do have various things to get done today, those few minutes in the presence of the Creator, filling up on the gladness of his presence and being reminded of just who he is, may have been the most productive few minutes all day.