Mornings are holy.

I am so grateful to these past two months of mornings. for my companion who makes the smallest places holy. for the delicate steam and sparkles as I breathe deep and bathe in freshest light. facing a cool window of green green plants. for the morning pink that washes my shiny brown skin. for the old cat who doesn’t howl just yet. such is the power of morning’s holy.

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