Communication

I was driving to work in the wee hours of the morning, as has been the happening for the last week. Just before I turned onto the cut-through from the parkway to the highway, I glanced at a rather open area to my left. A break in the trees that exposes much of the sky. At that time of day, it was salmon pink with the promise of sun rising. If my life were a movie, that moment would have been accompanied by a chorus holding a glorious chord.

Every day should start that way. But now I know where to look.