Early morning, sunlight breaking through

Early this morning I took a walk down the stone path from my house to the water's edge. Along the way I noticed footprints from the forest visitors that had been left from the night before showing me which way to go. All's quiet as the eagle's flight begins from the white Sycamore tree. Dreams are ending and the day is beginning. I am heading out to somewhere and I won't be back for a while.