a gift on a friday

the light at my windows goes through the twigs and branches of the ficus that embraces my side of the house.

it draws me out to the balcony like a lover, an invitation to delight in the enchanting beauty of the crack of dawn.

always, light is the start and the beginning.  and i know it all goes well, still.

you invite me into a celebratory and triumphant love song every morning, at each and every opening of every ordinary, mundane day.

and suddenly, after the cloud of gloom obscured one shining truth, everything becomes extraordinarily amazing!

thank you for the beaming and radiant gift i got this friday morning.

i know you know each and every tear i shed.
and i know you will walk me through.

ilysm, i know you know it.  ♥ ♥ ♥