The morning feels like any other morning. Crisp. New. The promise of – something. The house is quiet as my family sleeps and my bare feet pad to the kitchen in search of hot coffee. As I pour the morning nectar into my mug, I watch the Sun’s painted display. She outdoes herself with dazzling colors and swirls asking me to notice. My breath catches in my chest.
“I see you,” I whisper, “Ohhh you’re beautiful, again, today.”
“Thank you,” she says, “So are you.”