"Do anything, but let it produce joy."
~ Walt Whitman
The sun rises and I sit here and watch. I have seen enough sunrises to know what is coming. Rays of light, so perfect and pure. Warmth. The joy I feel this morning is a lingering friend. Sweet and silent. I breathe the sun in, I breathe the sun out.
The air is full of golden sunlight. Sitting here feels like Peace-- intimate, yet universal. From my head to my bare toes the wonder of today resonates. And I am awash with gratitude for this new morning, my spirit shines with light and love.
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