Dole Day Blues

t’s Just the Light..... They say the morning is a silver coin slid under your door—no miracle— just this—warm weight in your pocket, a gentle nudge to open your eyes........ No grand sweep of destiny here, just the slow breath of dawn brushed across a kitchen table where mugs steam in the soft hush........ A bird taps the window like a small preacher with one message: “Stay, listen—life is here.” And what is life if not the quiet insistence of dew rolling across grass, the measured drip of the sink, the hum of day beginning......... You don’t need fireworks to set your heart on fire— just that slanted morning beam, caught in the dust motes like a choir of tiny lanterns......... When the world outside rattles your bones, close the door, stand still, breathe deep. Notice the light laying itself flat on the floorboards—plain, patient, lasting. That’s enough.