New dawn, new hope

Hope feels like an appropriate theme for the beginning of 2021. I find dawn the most hopeful time of day, and one of the best things about winter is that you easily experience the dawn – no early rises, the sun is getting up at the same time as you.

I wake, and the mist is obscuring the valley. I can see brave chimneys pushing up through the brume, and quivering tree tops feeling their way cloud-wards. 

I wake and slowly the sun burns the horizon, sending silvered hope among the emerging white walls of the homes on the hill. 

I wake and feel my own fog gently subsiding, the sun of my own soul burning with my own hope, and the mist tenderly fading.