Something About Mornings

There’s just something about mornings that makes me look up and smile. The gilded skies, the scent of newness in the air, the sun kissing earth, the routined reassurance that the dark is but fleeting, birds singing, sounds of breakfast fixings in the kitchen, the sleepy city stirring awake, the aliveness of everything: eyes opening to light, yesterday’s dreams to hope, brokenness to whole, old skin to new, leaves to sun – it feels like every night we try a small taste of death, and every morning we are born again.