There's this stream...

I have to get up extremely early in the morning in order to get to the school where I work. I have to get there earlier than most teachers, because I have to meet the busses to help a disabled girl get off in the mornings. At first this really bummed me out, because I’m not generally a morning person. I would get to school just before Dawn, with her rose red fingers, would pull the upper crescent of the sun above the tips of the trees. The other day, however, I realized that this really is the most serene time of my day. Acres of open farmland are spread out behind the school, and when I’m lucky the tones of water that are pumped from the irrigation machines will capture and reflect the first light of dawn back to me as they rain down on the crops that will eventually make it to my plate and become one with my body. I like to think about how close that gets me to the dawn.
There is also this stream that runs behind the school. I have never seen it directly, but on nice cool mornings I can see this snake of mist that rises up between the trees. I like to imagine what the stream looks like, without ever going to see it directly.
All of this also reminded me of this Robert Frost Poem that I came across in a book recently:

Nature’s first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf’s a flower
But only so an hour
Then leaf subsides to leaf
And Eden sank to grief
Dawn subsides to day
Nothing gold can stay


I like potentials more than actualities. The verdict is still out on whether or not that’s a good thing.