it's a simple thing really. waking up in the morning. sometimes it seems as though it is all that we can do some days. and yes, there are days where perhaps it's almost too much to do even that. i know that feeling intimately. but then i think, and realize, i should be grateful that i do wake up and face the day. that the courage is somehow found within on dark days. i'm waking up earlier these days because of the time change and i see the beauty around me and i'm thankful for that. the sun strikes the trees in my backyard with a special lemon-colored gold the first thing in the morning and slowly, steadily, the gold travels down until it lights up all around it. and i drink in the light with a big, big cup because i know that winter is coming and the silvery-gray light is not always what quenches me. so i store up these memories to cherish during january and february.
