The morning sun creeps up the wall of cloudy blue until it peeks through branches.
I sit in my art room in silence.
Eyes squint from the glare of new beginnings, a day fresh with possibilities.
I could fill these moments with music or ramblings of what I want, but the silence seems raw and pure and altogether lovely.
Too lovely to waste on worrying about what has not come my way.
JoDee Luna Art 