Open Windows

Open Windows

Morning arrived without asking,

soft through the open window frame,

bringing a quiet kind of promise

that settled gently into the day.

I stepped outside with open hands,

left yesterday where it belonged,

watched the air move through the trees

and felt the world begin again.

There is something kind in simple things,

warm cups and familiar roads,

small moments gathering together

until they become enough.

No need to rush the hours ahead,

they arrive in their own good time,

each one carrying something new

for eyes willing to notice.

The sky stretched wide above me,

clouds drifting without concern,

reminding me not everything

needs holding too tightly.

I thought about all the places

hope appears without warning,

in conversations and quiet smiles,

in days that ask nothing at all.

So today I choose lighter thoughts,

space for laughter and calm,

space to enjoy what is here

without measuring what comes next.

And when evening finally arrives,

I will carry this with me—

that ordinary days can still

leave beautiful marks behind.

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