Awaken before the rising sun. Breathe in. Breathe out. I am alive and well.
My toes are bare outside the covers. I wish they weren't.
I am drawn to sit silent in the Lord's presence. Even if just for a short time.
The chilling breeze tousles my hair. I slide my fingers gently through it and off my face, exposing my insecurities.
The walk is long, or so it seems.
Snowflakes, each unique, swirling, falling all around me.
When I am certain no one is watching, I stick out my tongue to catch a few before they fall, and am blissfully happy.
I laugh out loud, but no one hears.
Simple pleasures.
Joys unspoken.
Tomorrow brings forth a new day.
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