Shadows dance

Morning musings…

Shadows dance

Shadows dance
on my bedroom wall.

Branches swaying
in the morning breeze,

create a moving,
monochrome canvas.

I stretch, feel grateful
for the comfort of my bed.

For trusty canine,
curled up beside me.

For the welcome aroma
of freshly brewed coffee.

For awakening at home
to safety, security, and peace.

For simply watching
shadows dance on my bedroom wall.

 

Sandi Knight © 2024

 

Softness in the morning light

There was a softness in the morning light. A feeling of calm, of peace, of hope.

Overnight, frost had painted the sleeping trees. The waking sun casually spashed soft pastels onto the canvas of clouds rolling by.

She abandoned her coffee, pulled on her boots and jacket, and opened the door. The air was crisp, refreshing — it helped clear the fog of the week’s heaviness from her mind.

She wandered through the yard, paused to watch the sunrise, admired the white crystals coating the landscape. How lucky she was to be surrounded by this beauty. To have calm envelope her, while the world seemed to swirl in chaos and uncertainty.

She raised her camera with hopes of capturing not only the view, but the feeling, the emotion of the moment. She couldn’t change the world, but maybe, just maybe, she could brighten someone’s day by sharing this soothing view. And if nothing else, she would be documenting the memory for herself. A photo to look back on, to recreate that feeling whenever she needed it.