Day 18 #12minutes2create
Morning Through a Dirty Window
Some mornings, I cringe when I see the morning sun streaming through my less-than-sparkling windows. But the golden light is still beautiful, albeit quiet and muted.
Truth be told, I love silent, soft mornings. Sharpness is inevitable later in the day; morning is time for grace. To go gentle into the good morning. Not every day lends itself to such beginnings, but some do, and if we slow down to notice, there’s magic in the beginning. And possibility. And inspiration.
Even through a dirty window.