The sun sends forth the last rays of light, as it pours through my kitchen window spreading across the kitchen table, the gift of light: The sun gives whether there are clouds, rain, or things in the way, then repeats the same gift the next day. Steadfast. Light for everyone and thing regardless who or where or what they are.
Contently, as I witness a simple gift of the moment.
And thankful that I have peace of mind to appreciate the moment when so many do not have.
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