For me this is a day of contemplation and reflection.

I’m with the poem Dew Light by W.S. Merwin. 

Dew Light

W.S. Merwin

Now in the blessed days of more and less

when the news about time is that each day

there is less of it I know none of that

as I walk out through the early garden

only the day and I are here with no

before or after and the dew looks up

without a number or a present age