August 7, 2025
Morning Reflections
Sunlight and Feathers
This morning, the world greeted me with grace.
Pegleg’s quiet hello.
Dogs bounding freely, joy stitched into every pawprint.
Pigeons fluttering around me—soft landings, sudden lifts.
Honey Girl, faithful as ever, found me again.
The sunlight wrapped everything in gold.
And I stood there, held by the rhythm of wings and waves.
Morning Gratitude Thought
Gratitude isn’t always loud. Sometimes it’s just the feeling of being found.
