Dawn.
A tinge of colors mingles with the clouds in the sky.
The promise of a new day.
Full of possibilities.
My first choice may impact the entire day.
Am I looking at a fork in the road?
Should I take the road less traveled?
Walking through a day of chores.
Or wandering through a daydreaming path.
I shall count my blessings.
Where do I start?
Viewing the sun as it rises through my living room window.
Getting up early to share coffee with my husband.
A chance to cuddle with my dog.
Watching the rain dawdling as it dribbles from the clouds to the leaves to the ground.
Mentally covering up the hands of the clock so time has no meaning.
The wind picks up the leaves scattered over the grass.
Sure, the dishes are piling up in the sink.
The carpet glares at me as the vacuum is silent.
Dust lies on every flat surface.
On this pathway none of that matters.
I reach out to friends and family with messages of encouragement.
Creativity blooms as I’ve blocked out the chorus of burdens that wait, pushed to the corner.
Ideas take root like flowers in the garden of my mind.
Memories like a rushing flood fill me up, reminding me of the importance of stopping to spend time with those you love.
Dawn.
A tinge of colors mingles with the clouds in the sky.
The promise of a new day.
Full of possibilities.
Your first choice impacts your entire day.