Glistenade Days

I awoke before dawn, as was my habit. Rising slowly, I shuffled to the window and drew back the curtains. The world outside was dark and still. Stars twinkled faintly in the night sky. A sliver of moon cast a pale glow over the silent street below.

I gazed out into the darkness, waiting expectantly for the first signs of daylight. As minutes passed, the blackness gradually softened to gray. A thin bright line appeared on the horizon, separating earth from sky. The line expanded, brightening, as the sun began its steady rise.

As I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, a sliver of golden light peeked through the dark. The rising sun crested over the horizon, casting brilliant hues of orange and pink across the morning sky. Its warm glow filtered into my room, banishing the night. Shadows retreated to the edges. The world seemed to come alive as sunlight spread across the land.

I stood transfixed as the nascent light washed over me. The darkness of recent times seemed to recede. For the first time in weeks, my heart swelled with possibility. Though hardships still lay ahead, in this moment I felt a sense of renewal.

The sunlight grew stronger, driving away the last vestiges of darkness. I smiled; my spirit buoyed by the glistenade of morning. Today held promise.