Time once again for Five Minute Friday with Gypsy Mama.
From her site:
Wanna just write? Without wondering if it’s just right?
- Indulge in five rich, delicious minutes of pure writing.
- Tell your readers you’re linking up here and invite them to dig in too.
- And most importantly, go visit, read, and compliment the five minute chef who served something up right before you.
The blinds stay open. One does not want to miss it. Waiting in the darkness, expectant for its glow to warm the heart. To awaken a new day. A fresh start.
It ushers in possibility thinking for a new day. “Don’t let it be like yesterday.
Do more with it, kid.”
Some days it tip toes in on the edges of a thick and stubborn cloud. Some days blaring like a teenager’s radio. Some days, smudged with vibrant paint from an artist’s palette. No matter how, every day it comes.
It warms. It wakens. It winks. Some days it warns. Every day it chases backs the darkness with its wonderment of light.
It’s an every day resurrection of sorts. Reminding a sleeping a world to get up and live again, free from the regrets of yesterday.
Every day sunrise, rise again.