It's a crisp early morning.
I have this heavy feeling in my heart. Hopefully it's not the likes of a heart attack. There is something about today that I'm beginning to become very fond of. Actually it is a feeling that I've been developing since I've been forcing myself to wake up early. Waking up before the sun rises almost makes me feel as I am the only person to witness such a miraculous beginning of day, and I sit pleasantly as I drive home while watching the sun set. Each day that I am privileged to witness another day come and go, and what strikes me as much more miraculous, is my ability to witness more to come. It feels me with excitement and rejoice. It is a strange feeling, a mixture of things, because as I watch the sun, I have this sense of being alone along with a union with many living things. One foot in the door, and the other out. Surprisingly, I find that very pleasing, being stuck in between. I'm tired of seeing black and white, all or nothing, or variations of gray. I want them all, and I would just like to bask in them all. That's it isn't it? Basking in the beauty of choice, in the beauty of life?
Be happy, after all, it isn't as far away as you might believe.
