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Pondering the world while getting coffee way too early in the morning thinking of a friend
Thoughts form pondering the world while getting coffee way too early in the morning thinking of a friend.

You know who you are *Smile*

I wonder have you ever awoken early on a rainy day just to watch the world. Have you ever watched the sun come up through the clouds? If you are lucky sometimes you see a gap between the earth and the sullen cloud-capped sky.

For that briefest of moments, the sun lights up the world with a golden light that touches everything, a gentle smile that caress your soul through the veil of rain. It whispers to you a promise that somewhere far from here there is a better day. Then it all fades to mist and grey... leaving you with a rainy day.

Some people you meet are like that. They touch your life through the clouds and rain of daily life only to rise far above and vanish forever. They take little fragments of your soul each time and if you are very lucky they leave a little of their own.

Today I watched the sun rise this way and vanish through the clouds trying to unknot my head before I get to work. The moment reminded me of this poem;

An angel, robed in spotless white,
Bent down and kissed the sleeping Night.
Night woke to blush; the sprite was gone.
Men saw the blush and called it Dawn.
~ Laurence Dunbar

I am no poet I could never describe the world in words in that way.
But the lesson here, if there is indeed one is to smile you have no idea whose sunrise that day you could be... I guess it cannot rain all the time even if it only stops for the briefest moments.


PS: I ended up starting a new project and did almost nothing on the one I was meant to be working on... Oh well such is life.
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