I'm sitting on my bed, looking out my window. The sun hasn't yet broken the horizon, but there are evidences it's on the way--a layered sky of pinks then blue, delicate streaks of cloud lingering in the division. The silhouette of barren tree is beautiful to me...stark, exposed, but with the promise of more in just a little while. Delicate branches reach out, inviting a host of life into its hold, not greedy or selfish, just available. Loosely held, but with a measure of protection...and that's enough.
Between me and the sharp, cold air--a reminder that Spring hasn't yet arrived--are two windows, slightly obscured with mossy green velvet, always drawn open to coax in the light. It is then and only then that I see finger prints and nose prints, remnant token of closer looks on other occasions.
I think its telling what my eyes were drawn to first--beauty and promise.
Time to rise and shine....:)
