Today

Nothing Extraordinary—Except Everything

It’s 25 degrees out, but the sun still rose.
And that alone feels like a gift.

As I drive to work, I realize how much I’ve missed this—
the way the sunrise paints the sky in blues and pinks,
how the air feels clean when I inhale deeply and let it go,
how the first cut of cold greets my skin the moment I step outside.

These are the things I will never take for granted.
The small, quiet sensations that remind me I’m alive.

As the drive continues, the blues and pinks melt into a soft purple,
and I’m struck by how much beauty we’re blessed to witness
without ever asking for it.
The trees are coated in icy snow,
the roads are calm,
and everything feels smooth, peaceful—
like the world is moving gently for once.

By now, I’m completely in love with what’s unfolding in front of me.
The sky shifts again—creamy oranges, soft and warm,
like an orange creamsicle stretched across the horizon.
Something simple. Something beautiful.
A quiet companion on the way to work.

I am bold.
I am solid colors—loud neons and shiny lights.
But today, I am grateful for pastels.
For softness.
For a morning that asks nothing of me
except to notice it.

Today, that is enough.