Winter Writings: Day 54

Before my eyes open, I feel the tentative fingers of warmth caress me, stealing the dark cold from my thoughts and seeping into my weary bones. My eyes open to sunbeams creeping across the room, making crystal rainbows that shimmer and dance on the walls for the cat to chase. Lemon yellow hope swallows the worries and doubts left behind by the cold, frozen fog. Ah, Sun...even the birds sing your praises as you tickle their feathers. Their hearts rise in soaring flight to welcome you back from the cold darkness of winter rains