Morning

God what a day.

The morning is one big exclamation point, conferring a special degree of emphasis that speaks of true glory.

The light comes to the window like a bird to the tree, like it belongs only to itself and only to what its gives itself to.

A moment or two must be taken to allow the golden oil of its blessedness to be poured over each one of us.

The world is not divided into two, into bright and dim halves, one half ascending and one half in descent, but is the continuous expression of a mind that is both divine and mortal.