awoken by jack johnson humming sleeping through the static from my "saturday morning sleep in" playlist. i cracked the blinds - a usual practice. checking to see if the sun has enough courage to shine another day.
through the maze of branches, bright sunrise rays played a still pattern on the windowpanes. clear watercolor blue sky in patches through new-spring dew-covered leaves. lilac bushes paused mid-bloom. there's never been a sunrise like this before. not a breeze, not a bird. the whole world completely still.
it lent a sense of peace deeper than any i have felt in months. complete calm. for the first time in weeks, my hope is concrete. unquestioned. awake.
it's difficult to attempt to replicate how a feeling of such momentary peace - strong enough to still an entire chaotic world - can push me forward. one day. i know i can handle today. i know there are brighter sunrises to seek. i know the leaves won't always be this green, but i know they will be again. somedays.
i'm hopeful, and a little apprehensive.
it feels like a new chapter, a different-colored thread, a slight variation in the pattern, noticeable.
calm. still. no need to ask questions. no need to know what's ahead.
simply that something is.
coming slowly, surely.
and simply live.
I love your picture and also your description of your perfect morning. I think those little stolen moments of tranquility are some of Heavenly Father's tender mercies to let us know the world is still a good place and there is always hope for a new day. I'm glad you recorded your feelings. You may need the memory to sustain you another day.
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