Day has broken.
A new day is come. A daily occurrence, yet the newness of the day is like the newness of hope for us.
The dawn was bright. Not brilliant, but bright. I left my lovers warm arms to welcome the dawn. And listen to the birds sing, and heard the twits of some bats nearby.
I listened, and my heart was glad. I wrote a few things down. And thought about many that I could not write down.
The world is a beautiful shell, everyday. It is presented to us, for us to explore. Don’t know what will be in today. Don’t know where the day will end. I may embrace tears of happiness, the everlasting sleep of death, or the heights of achievement. I do not know. All I know is that I am alive today.
The bright dawn has yielded to a stormy, cloudy sky. And it is cooler than it was. A cool breeze that seems to have the sun interrupted.
I have piles of work to do. So I enter the house, and start on it. But before all that, I take a note to appreciate the beauty of the morning here.