Out here, the sun shines in an amber shade.
It’s fall after all.
I’m waking up with the sun today.
I’m taking a hot bath as the cold pressing freeze from November’s breath wraps around my neck – making the tiny hairs stand up.
It’s only nice days ahead of me now.
I might take a run at the beach and watch the waves comb into the crust of the earth that I’m standing on.
I might read by the fire and watch nature from the large windows.
I might enjoy some tea when the sun goes down around 4:30.
Highlighting the clouds with rays of pink and orange.
Life just began to get more pleasant. So, why bring up the past anymore?
Why would I let a ghost haunt me in a beautiful home when I have the power to see other things?
It’s only when you choose to see the good – that you do the good & live by it.
That’s my only promise to this life – I will no longer take it for granted.
Strange, how I can’t seem to pin this one question I’m so curious about:
Did I appreciate life more when the things around me became more beautiful?
Or did my expressing gratitude before the ‘come up’ – create this beautiful world around me?