The morning sun presses into the room without waiting to be invited. It does not knock, or use a door, or worry whether it will be welcomed. It simply pushes in, through each crack and hole and opening, as if it already knows that it belongs… …And so it does. ❤
Tag: confidence
When it’s Fall and it’s cold & wet but I’m brave & hopeful anyway …
Rain falls.The trees flame. Morning. * I step into the car and find it coated with wet leaves, the brown foliage glued to grill & windshield and hood. I start the engine, and a flock of small black birds shudders upward. Lifts through gray light. * On the road I am driving fast now. Water hisses in the […]
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