Four A.M.
Four A.M. It is four a.m. and the only sound is the sweet, soft patter of a gentle rain caressing the earth. The rose gold light of the streetlamp glistens and sparkles in droplets on leaf and wire. I am left in silent awe. All I can add is my thankful witness. It is enough, a perfect addition of appreciation. This is how today's day begins. Shams says, "I share this word painting that your day may be blessed too." Sign in to see full entry.