Radiant Exclamation Point

“There’s a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they’re absolutely free. Don’t miss so many of them.”― Jo Walton

A Day (I’ll Tell You How The Sun Rose)
by Emily Dickinson

“I’ll tell you how the sun rose, —
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.

The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
Then I said softly to myself,
“That must have been the sun!”

But how he set, I know not.
There seemed a purple stile
Which little yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while

Till when they reached the other side,
A dominie in gray
Put gently up the evening bars,
And led the flock away.”

From sunrise to sunset.
The in between.
May the moments be filled with awe, wonder, inquiry.
Aware of fleeting time.
Awake to each moment passing.
Participating in the day.
Noticing beauty.
Fostering connection.
Entering the river.
Rising and setting.
Ebb and flow.
Exclamation point on day’s end.

“The sun,–the bright sun, that brings back, not light alone, but new life, and hope, and freshness to man–burst upon the crowded city in clear and radiant glory. Through costly-coloured glass and paper-mended window, through cathedral dome and rotten crevice, it shed its equal ray.”― Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist