Something about that morning sky. About the day's first color. About the day's early light.
Something about the simplicity of the trees silhouetted. Vulnerable..bare-branched..arms wide open. Ready and waiting to receive the day's offerings..whatever they may be.
There's strength in that vulnerability. There's softness. There's grace. There's something about releasing into the not knowing. The letting go of expectations and allowing it to be what it might be. Accepting.
Something about the morning sky..especially in winter. The hope..the promise..the dream. Another beginning. A whole new day.