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There’s comfort in the sun’s rise.
Even when obscured by darkest clouds…or daily news.
It happens - without fail or question.
There’s safety in this morning sun…
this rhythm and rhyme…
this knowing.
Tonight - the sun will set.
Tomorrow - she will once and again…as she always does - rise.
There are so many things I might say about winter.
It’s long. It’s cold.
On darker…damper days - it feels as if there will be no end.
But then - there are mornings like this.
That sparkle and shine.
And - all I want is to hold on to this moment.
To savor.
To remember.
Winter - is also about beauty.
I could have so easily missed this.
This morning.
This moment.
This soft winter light.
I could have blinked my eyes…I could have sneezed…I could have passed it right by.
I could have so easily missed this.
This sigh.
This whisper.
This silent winter song.