Morning in the Countryside

I just began reading Joshua and the Children by Joseph F. Girzone and thought I would share the wonderful descriptions in the opening lines:

“Quiet lay upon the meadow like a soft, green blanket.  The sun, a globe of molten gold, shot laser beams across the fields and through the trees, burning away the early morning mist.  The valley began springing to life.  Rusty hinges of cottage doors squeaked open as farmers and factory workers slipped out into the narrow alleys to begin another day.  The air was fresh and cool.  A few friendly voices broke the stillness.  A rooster crowed in the distance.  A lone horse’s hooves and wagon wheels clacked against the stone pavement.  Peace reigned everywhere.  If there were a heaven, its beauty and peace could not surpass the serenity of this countryside.”