Breathing joy in another pink-trimmed dawn

... followed by snow flurries and then bright skies again with only scattered clouds on a cold, windy day that feels appropriate to me for January. Early in a new year, early in a new day, but no longer early in this particle of life.

In his poem "New Year's Resolution" Philip Appleman has the phrase, "...as innocent of loss as any dawn." It reminded me of the biblical, "Weeping endureth for the night but joy cometh in the morning." (Psalms 30: 5). In my experience this sentiment, so beautifully said, is simultaneously true and not true. Yet the true part, the moments of pink newness that sometimes cheers the dawn...