written December 3, 2010
The last day of Week 1 of radiation. As I climb aboard the light rail car at 7 a.m., it seems lighter outside than yesterday at this time, even though daylight hours are still dropping downward toward winter solstice. However, only a few cumulo-something clouds dot the eastern horizon, so the not-quite-risen sun is sending light out to start the morning earlier than yesterday, when clouds darkened the sky.
I love to watch day arrive, bringing color to trees and buildings, as well as the sky. I know it’s a cliche, but light and hope really do go together, and the coming of day brings new opportunities and a renewal of life. Outside, the birds begin to sing and flit about through the bushes, seeking breakfast. I see three crows sail past as the train slides into City Hall Station. The eastern sky is pale gold, the western dusky pink. Trees stretch bare limbs into the bluing sky. I feel like I’m on my way to some new adventure, and perhaps I am. Who knows what surprises today might hold?
Lord, grant me eyes to see Your world in a new way today. And may I be quick to grasp any opportunity You bring my way.