It’s that certain time of day, when the light comes in from the sun sinking in the west and throws interesting shadows on my walls. The kids are blessedly asleep after a day of errands and playing. The house, for once, is quiet.
The sunlight is captured by the dust on the window that I really need to wash, creating a perfect glow.
The holly bushes, which I usually hate, throw beautiful patterns on the glass.
The sunset colors show through bare trees and the crayon marks that my two-year-old made on the glass doors.
I realize that many times the things I often perceive with annoyance can, with only a slight change in consciousness, be perceived as blessings. I am seeing things, literally, in a different light.
This is the season of gratitude.






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