In the Light

I often wonder about the light—

And how morning and afternoon glow differently.

Where I live, I love the sunrise,

amber streaming through the trees,

a warmth that’s more than sight—

it’s a comfort, an invitation.

Perhaps it's the darkness left behind

that makes the light a welcome friend,

a signal of hope,

a whisper of renewal.

For me, sunrise is gratitude—

the gift of another day,

a well of strength to draw from

as I face what’s yet to come.

But sunset is something else—

a different kind of clarity.

The light, cleaner, sharper,

wraps the day in calm,

a quiet sigh of closure

as evening gently steps in.

It’s a time to pause, to be still,

thankful for the chance to witness

all that unfolded,

for the moments I’ve been given—

the smiles, the hugs,

the simple joys I’ve carried with me.

In that fading light, I feel present,

rooted in the day that was,

content with its gifts

and ready to release it

as night draws near.