It sounds like a fabulous morning too.  I could almost hear the thunder as I 
read it.
Thanks for sharing with us.

Virgie and lady Hoshi
doing business at

www.vunderwood.ktostemtech.com
----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Phil Scovell" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Wednesday, August 22, 2007 5:48 PM
Subject: It's Morning


> The Morning Came
>
> Seen By A Blind Man
>
> By Phil Scovell
>
>
>     It was 8 o'clock but it felt like six.  I opened the door and
> step from the livingroom out on to our deck.  Carrying my 5 month
> old grandson, I walked to the deck swing and sat down.  It was
> passed mid August and normally, at this hour of the morning, the
> rising sun was so bright, it felt tangible and nearly knocked you
> down.  This day started out cloudy.
>
>     As I held my grandson, who likes the deck swing as much as
> his grandpa, I stood him upright so he could stretch his legs.  He
> stood on my right leg and pumped his legs up and down like little
> pistons and I kidded him that he was already running in place.
> The air was heavy and mountain cool.  I thought it might be
> possible it would rain, or at least sprinkle, but I felt nothing
> yet.  My almost 4 year old grandson came out on the deck and said,
> "E-pa," he hasn't learned grandpa yet so his grandmother is E-ma
> and I am E-pa and I have no idea where he got these names but it
> works, "Hi E-pa," he said.  I answer him and he said, "The sun
> isn't out yet, E-pa."
>
>     "Nope," I said.  "It's cloudy this morning, isn't it."  It
> wasn't a question.
>
>     "Yep," he said and began playing with some of his toys on
> the deck.
>
>     I continued talking to my younger grandson has I held him
> upright and he ran in place.  I asked him if he were dancing,
> running in place, or just practicing for the day he would walk for
> the first time.  I heard the engines of a commercial jet sliding
> down its invisible glide slope toward Denver International
> airport.  It was still very high and its muted sounds of winding
> down engines had just suddenly appeared over head and behind me as
> it cross from southwest to northeast.  "Hey, Lee.  Can you see
> that airplane?" I asked.
>
>     Elijah said, "Nope.  It is in the clouds.  I can't see him E-
> pa."
>
>     Up until that point, I wasn't sure how low the cloud covering
> might have been because the sun would have normally already been
> fairly high and I wasn't feeling any sunlight at all on my face.
> "Yep," I said to my almost 4 year old grandson, "he's in the
> clouds I guess."
>
>     "Yep," Elijah replied as he returned to playing on the deck.
>
>     Baby Everett was still running on my right leg as I held him
> up as my ears continued surveying my surroundings.  I loved
> hearing the planes coming in and going out and especially the fast
> movers, the fighter jets, as they tilted skyward and passed up and
> over the nearby mountains; the backwash of the jet engines loud as
> they bounced off the rock faces.
>
>     "E-pa," I heard my almost 4 year old grandson say, "the sun
> just came out."
>
>     "It did?" I questioned.  "I don't feel it yet," but just as I
> said it, I vaguely felt the ambience of the air shift as the sun
> began burning through the morning cloud covering.
>
>     I was still listening for other aircraft coming and going but
> heard none.  No fast movers today, I thought.  then I heard it.  I
> was facing straight north in the swing.  The sound was east and
> south, to my right and behind me but way off in the distance; I
> mean, way off.  It was a perfect thunderclap.  I sat in awe at the
> beautiful sound as it expanded like a bubble.  It had been miles
> away but the thunder formed and shaped and rolled through the
> density of mountainous morning air as it unfolded in every
> direction.  I heard the backwash of the thunder and as I listened
> carefully, it seemed as if the sound bounced and ricocheted and
> bumped around in the clouds like a huge rubber ball.  The towering
> Rocky Mountains to my left help trap the clear sounds in the
> valley.  Being miles behind the phenomenon, I could hear every
> element of its wave form as it curled and rolled and morphed into
> ever expanding sound profiles across the valley below me.  My
> almost 4 year old grandson said, "E-pa.  I hear thunder."
>
>     "Me, too," I said; still listening to the beautiful morning
> sound.  Ten seconds passed and I could still hear a small part of
> the thunderclap far east of where I sat.  I wondered just how far
> away it was now.  There were no other thunderclaps so this one I
> was able to capture totally and catch every unique sound of its
> design as it rolled across the city below.
>
>     It was morning.
>
>     As my mind focused on what I had just witnessed between my
> grandchildren's little voices, the gliding jet, the faint sounds
> of cars on their way to work, and the thunder, I said quietly to
> myself, "Lord, if I could have only seen it."
>
>     The baby was now done running on my right leg and was getting
> fussy.  I stood and carried him into the house; the soft rays of
> the Colorado morning sunlight now touching my back with its still
> gentle warmth as the thick clouds filtered it.  I couldn't see the
> sunrise any more, at least not yet, but I did witness it in all of
> its God splendor.  Don't bother telling me there is no God.  I
> didn't see Him this morning but I did hear Him.
>
>
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