Possibilities

Mornings are loaded with possibility.

Will it be a bright day, or a dark day? A good day or a bad day? A productive day or a lazy day? A cold day or a warm day?

I wonder if I often get the kind of day I expect.

If I pursued the things I was made for today. If I loved, and was loved. If I paused, smelled the flowers, savoured the moment, even for a little, then today was a good day.