Sunlight spills through windows, onto my morning table, warming my book and easing me into the day.
“Morning has broken, like the first morning, blackbird has spoken, like the first bird. Praise for the singing, praise for the morning, praise for them springing fresh from the Word.”
~Eleanor Farjeon, 1931
As always, I love the photo accompanying your thoughts. I’ve always loved morning light the best. Something about the break from darkness, the hope and renewal of a new day.