I haven't been sleeping well this week. The onset of a cold and lots of rambling thoughts have made me restless. This has been my view as I wake up most mornings, the moon beaming in our bedroom window, trying to keep the sun at bay just a little bit longer. Moments later, night yields to dawn and a new day begins. When I'm feeling better, those are my favorite hours of the day. The quiet when the rest of the world is still asleep and the soft, warm, diffused rays of morning trickle into existence.
That said, this week I am especially grateful for light. Warm, balmy days followed by rainy, drizzly afternoons where the sun struggles to be seen between clouds. But here in Cyprus, peak through it always does. I am grateful for the warm, golden hues of dawn and the pink light of sunset in my living room. I am grateful for candlelight, by which to cuddle to, and sunlight, which dries my laundry. I'm grateful for the light in the oven, which lets me see how cakes are baking. I am grateful for the gleam of a bedside lamp that tells me someone is reading with his arm around me. And I am grateful for moonlight and the magical fairyland it creates for me in my groggy state early in the morning.
That said, this week I am especially grateful for light. Warm, balmy days followed by rainy, drizzly afternoons where the sun struggles to be seen between clouds. But here in Cyprus, peak through it always does. I am grateful for the warm, golden hues of dawn and the pink light of sunset in my living room. I am grateful for candlelight, by which to cuddle to, and sunlight, which dries my laundry. I'm grateful for the light in the oven, which lets me see how cakes are baking. I am grateful for the gleam of a bedside lamp that tells me someone is reading with his arm around me. And I am grateful for moonlight and the magical fairyland it creates for me in my groggy state early in the morning.
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