I opened my eyes from my morning meditation to a radiant blaze of glory. I sat, mesmerized, holding onto the moment.
When I’d shut my eyes twenty minutes earlier, the world had been dark, my window looking into a splotchy gloom of little promise.
Twenty minutes more, and the sky was leaden once again.
Dawn erupts, golden,
Like bold summer fireworks. Then,
As swiftly, ashen.
Life Lesson #37: Moments matter.