Saying Yes to the World

Touching Sunrise

An early February morning, and it's cold, cold, cold...  Pale sunlight paints the sky and clouds with oro pallido light as old Helios climbs above the horizon.

She puts her coffee down on the kitchen counter and walks outside to the deck in her tattered tee shirt, yoga pants and fluffy slippers, wild of hair and brown eyes alight.

Something within her is insisting, and the fey spirit will not be dissuaded by the cold. A morning like this simply must be welcomed with open arms.