My apartment’s kitchen faces east so I enjoy this time of year when the sun and I rise about the same time each morning. It frustrates me sometimes that the windows aren’t clean and I can’t get a clear shot of the dawning day. But this morning I found that if I focused on the condensation on the glass rather than the sunrise, a new kind of beauty emerged. Goes to prove that changing what we focus on can make a real difference in our perception.
The sky this morning was winter with a hint of spring, a tease of the new season around the corner. The air remains crisp and cold, but warmer days fill the forecast. I could almost — almost — smell apple blossoms in the distance.