A good morning in village

The colors of life, vibrant and bright, shining around me. That's the difference I find as I sit around, looking at a early dawn, letting the misty air, soke me in. It's a place i like, it's a place that makes me think, it's a place that evokes in me, thoughts pleasant, of past and future.
As I walk around, the nature benocks me, the bright red, the pristine white, the pinks and the greens, all shining in their glory.
The sounds of the birds, breaking the silence, chrips, cooing, endless relentless making a music that's delicious. The slight chill of the morning, mirroring the chill of my thoughts, cajoling me to break, shaking me delicately yet knocking a sound good morning into my head.
Unsure, unsteady, thoughts linger, despite the delightful morning ... Will it be the turn of a new dawn, or a addition to the countless dawns? Guess it's the later, the odds stack heavy.