gradualneurosis

Nearly every morning, before I retire to bed, I step out my front door and stand for several minutes.   Inhaling. Exhaling. The sun is rising and as I calculate my breaths, I look beyond. Out past my yard, out past the neighboring houses, past those towering pines that envelop this little, rural community, and... My eyes become fixed on the gradient sky in the distance. The contrast seems to calm and inspire because, Despite the shadowed trees that obstruct my view, and no matter what happened in the hours before, I can still see the brilliant colors coming my way. ---------------------------