Stand at the top of the rise of a hill. A forest stretches ahead and rises again to greet the horizon. Milky white rivers of fog slip through the trees, so thick in patches you can’t see through it. The fading night brings a chill to your skin that you welcome morning’s light. It offers a gentle, heavenly glow on the horizon, shining like pink diamonds along the tree tops.
The days previous have been filled with gloom. Overcast skies and soaking rain. A drizzling mist that coats the world with shivers. People were hunched over, striving for any warmth while misery crunches their expressions.
You breathe deeply with the new morning light. A welcoming sight that lifts the fog and banishes the mist. A new day. You dare hope it will be better. You dare to let the sun see your smile.
To be thankful, you decide, for the overcast and the gloom, so that the heavenly horizon would be all the more sweeter.
nikki diekemper 