Beyond the Window

Morning light comes slowly in through the window. It seems to loosen, little by little, the heavy shoulders of yesterday. Sipping a cup of coffee slowly, I feel last night's worries still lingering at my fingertips. But even those worries look a little softer in this light. A bird chirps quietly in the tree, and the wind brushes past the curtain. As if to say it is fine that nothing is ready yet, today is a day when it is enough simply to stay right here. Might you, too, take a little of this morning's warmth for yourself?