i am not a writer

i am not a writer.
i love to write. i love the power of words. i am impressed by the ability words have (and demonstrate) to inspire, challenge, poke, prod, teach, admonish, rebuke, taint, convict, etc.
somewhere in my upbringing (everything that is me up to now. up to now. up to now (i'm constantly learning). up to now.) i caught a vision of potential for effective communication. i'm pretty sure RWB had a lot to do with that.
but, as i sit in front of my computer today, i realize that words are not my gift.
i figured out my deficiency because my morning was so perfect. it was one of those moments that you want to say "words can't describe", but then you find a poem by keats or byron or shakespeare or longfellow or angelou or hughes or silverstein or hallmark or anonymous that does, in fact, describe. it captures with words. in black and white, without clip art or doodles, the writer's words expresses the visual, audio, spiritual, emotional snapshot of "it".
you can call "it" a moment or a mood or mental image or whatever...the words sum up, contain, explain or otherwise rematerialize the experience. this is the power of words. this is why the gospel of john begins as it does: "in the beginning was The Word..."
ok, back to life, back to reality.
i'm not a writer, but i really want to blog about my perfect morning. so, to you, the reader, here's my disclaimer: read at your own risk and keep in mind that my puny words just won't do it justice.
i got up early (which is never a good start to a morning) and despite being tired-er than usual for a monday morning, i did my wii-walk. in fact, i bumped it up a bit, doing almost 15 minutes more than i typically do. i hate to exercise, but i love the effects of it and i'm almost convinced that it's worth it. (now, this is one of the writing things i'm talking about. as i re-read that sentence i'm not sure that i really captured the sarcasm that i was intending about exercise, it's benefits and rewards.)
after an invigorating hot shower, i got dressed in some of my favorite clothes: jeans, sweater and comfortable casual shoes. had a hearty breakfast and proceeded to my weekly coffee meeting. (i again missed to write effectively. "coffee meeting" has double-entendre here. i meet in a location where coffee is served. but, it's really good coffee and i look forward to the cup meeting my lips. both were especially good today.)
i then proceeded to the pinnacle of my morning, my commute. the brisk temperature and resultant visible breath, the flourish of fall foliage, good tune on the zune and a sunrise that brought to mind the concepts of Creation--this is the exact same orb in the heavens that adam gazed upon, and now also to adamson. it was amazing. it was a moment that confirmed my faith in God. if my life was a movie, this would have been the slow-motion montage.
i realize that my words can describe all the elements of "the moment", but they still don't sum up the experience. maybe better words will come to my mind; probably not. maybe i'll enroll in an on-line writing course to improve my skill set; probably not. maybe i'll...; probably not.
but, when my wife asks how my day was, i'll grin and say, "fine".