How has this life suddenly grown so lovely?
Brush of color on the edges of oak leaves, spindled branches curled along the beige brick buildings lining my new street. Sweet tinkle of bells above the coffee shop door across the street, patrons going in and out for lattes, gathering together at the patio tables with bright red umbrellas. The hum of cars grazing puddles from last night’s showers. Sun sifting through hazy clouds to wash the town in a soft cream glow.
And I am still here. Alive, awake. Experiencing the glory of a morning arising in this small town. I do not take a single second for granted.