While you are waiting

I am looking out of my office window, and the sun has just topped the ridge behind the house.  The air is still and so the golden rays shining through the frost touched bushes on the hill, twinkling prisms, like diamonds.  It reminds of a song from my younger days..."morning has broken, like the first dawning...."
Old Sol rises above the trees, streaming into the window.  And then...I close my eyes.