Like threads woven into my life, I wake with the first light of dawn watching amber and gold spill through the cracks in my window shades. Each sunrise rekindles memories of countless joys and heartaches, countless mornings that have greeted me, each one as precious as the last.

The sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, Over the prairies and the trees, The mountains and the rivers, Meanwhile wild geese, in an opalescent sky are heading home again, Whoever you are, the world offers itself to your imagination. Mary Oliver