It’s 6:06am. I’m rushing out the door, careful to not let the latch catch without my keys and coffee in tow. I peer up at my own reflection from behind saucer eyes, heavy with sleep. I rise with the sun. Crossing the street on the raised platform of the L, the halo peeks up from the horizon line. I wiggle at the platform. Dancing. Always dancing.
As summer nears, and the sunshine smiles more, my inner core is warmed and I feel the magic of life. How wonderful it is to exist and be.
Today was frigid. How I wished I could have pulled the layers of blanket over my head for but an hour more. As the day waxed on and my joy waned, I found myself in the library with a dear colleague. The two of us had tears in our eyes. Anyone could tell you love your kids. You pick up quickly and you work hard. Her warmth was richer than the sun. I felt safe in her words. I felt heard.
Gabriella Gini 
I pray for the safe arrival of your posts. They transport me somewhere I can’t describe.