Walking out the door
Above I see the last remnant of sunrise
Gently staining the clouds
A broken fluffy blanket
Strewn loosely overhead
Down the steps again
The car awaits, the day begins
The weekend just a memory
The week ahead, ideas
Potential and promise
Driving in silence
Through the not quite sparse traffic
An old familiar routine
The mind wanders, lulled
By the easy repetition
Into the office
Coffee, a ritual oft repeated
A tabletop reflection
The glass gives a glimpse
The trees outside
The morning brightens
In this most mundane of moments
With a happy realisation
That even here and now
Life is beautiful
I celebrate your gift to find beauty everywhere... very inspiring!
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