“Look, the sun’s coming up.”
Laura stirred and opened her eyes. Through the window she could see the
curve of the eastern sky. If she looked hard enough she could see the water of
the bay, like a mist in the distance. The sun seemed to vibrate as it rose. And the
echoes brought colors: pinks, mauves, golds. Softly at first, with the darker
night sky still dominating above, the colors spread, then deepened. Pinks
became reds, vibrant and glowing.
“Sometimes your paintings are like that,” she thought aloud. “Changing,
shifting angles, with the colors intensifying from the core to the edges.” She
nestled her head against his shoulder as they watched the new day dawn. “I
don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful sunrise.”
Gabriel's Angel
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By Terry Lucas - Imported from 500px (archived version) by the
Archive Team. (detail page), CC BY 3.0,
https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=73670160
You don't have to scale Everest to reap
the benefits of wonder.
The word "awesome" is ubiquitous these days – used
to describe almost anything agreeable from a slice of Margherita pizza to that
new sweater you just bought. But can these things really inspire a
life-altering sense of wonderment and reverence?
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She stroked the baby's cheek and
thought—hoped—Carrie smiled a little.
Grace was tempted to sing her to sleep,
but knew the nursing staff rolled their
eyes and snickered whenever she tried a lullaby.
Still, the babies were rarely
critical of her admittedly poor singing voice,
so she half sang, half murmured,
until Carrie's baby owl's eyes grew heavy.
Even when she slept, Grace continued to rock.
It was self-serving now, she knew.
Anyone who had ever rocked a baby
understood that it soothed the adult, as well
as the child.
Secret Star
