Mist rising over water, the smell of coffee filling the air
Eyes red from a night of crying followed by too many episodes of Gossip Girl into the wee hours of the morning
It’s an open heart that’s vulnerable to the deepest wound.
XOXO, Gossip GirlGG, S3, E15
I rise. Look up. Greet a new day.
Putting down the phone that threatens to consume it, I wrap my robe tighter, gather Bible and journal, and walk downstairs.
Coffee pours into my mug as sunlight pours across the water, illuminating shoreline trees in brilliant autumn hues.
Thick quiet cut only by hum of refrigerator or rumble of passing car engulfs me.
I settle body and brain onto the couch and savor the silence.
Grateful for rest in the storm, space to recharge and renew, time to step back from the fray, I savor each angle of sunlight and measure of mist as it rises to great a new day.