Before the Rising Sun

Be careful about passing judgement at the break of day. One never knows what that day has in store for them.

We moved the clocks forward an hour and I certainly felt the difference on my way to work this morning. Though the temperature was slightly warmer, the day was colorless, cool and damp.

Five hours later, with the sun above, and warmth softly hovering over the ground it had turned into one beautiful afternoon.

I wondered (smile moment) how many times we've painted a moment bleak before every allowing the sun to rise? How many times have we cut the stem of a relationship before allowing it to bloom? How many times have we walked away from a bad hand before allowing all the cards to be dealt?

How many times?

Pray on...