THE WAY LIGHT FALLS
There’s something about early morning light, how it doesn’t rush in, but rather arrives gently, like it’s asking permission to enter.
This morning, I watched it slip through the window. Not in a dramatic burst, but in a quiet stretch across the floor. It reminded me that beginnings don’t need to be loud. They can be soft. They can sneak in slowly. And still, they change everything.
We often wait for big signs, clear signals, or loud yeses. But maybe the universe works more like morning light, subtle, steady, patient.
So today, I’m learning to listen to what’s soft. To trust in what takes its time.
To believe that even slow light still reaches every corner.
Let this morning be a reminder:
You don’t have to force the day to start.
Just open the window. The light will find you.
Until tomorrow,
__Mariam Shosanwo
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