This morning looked as though it might be a repeat of yesterday sans snow on the trees. But beauty is often hidden, and as light infused the world, it revealed faint wisps of pink in the morning blue. Beauty needed but light to reveal it.
Thus far, these mornings have been meditative or reflective for me. In other words, I have interpreted them, extrapolated. I have viewed them through a lens colored by my emotions. I have searched them for hope and beauty and the promise of a new and better day. I have not yet experienced a contemplative sunrise, one in which I simply receive what it has to communicate to me.
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