Today I am grateful.
I am grateful for the way the soft, grey light of the morning
pierces the thin cotton curtains and brings everything into view.
I am grateful for chipped red nail varnish
and the cold, January breeze that whistles in through a cracked window.
I am grateful for the still, pale sun that rises, illuminates the room.
I am grateful for the strong smell of coffee and the sound of pages turning.
For the infinite possibilities of the day, for the promise of touch, for the feeling of renewal, of hope.
But most of all,
I am grateful
- wordsthatscream (also on wordpress)