a morning coffee
the chirping of birds
the chill of the first peak of sunlight
a beautiful irony..
wasn't the sun our source of heat?
yet again, strangely, the warmth surges through a frozen soul.
"live on. This is a restart"
hold on! where did the weight of yesterday go?
for a temporary second gravity is weaker, your head is lighter
you breathe in..
rejuvenating a numb heart
the beauty of simplicity

the gift of each morning.

© shahrazad