I lay there and I watch.
At first there's only darkness and all I can make out
are dark shapes that cannot be identified.
It makes me wonder what's out there;
not just beyond this window, but beyond this moment.
What dark shapes will I encounter on this day...in this week?
Pink streaks slowly emerge.
They grow steadily across the sky
in pretty layers between the dark shapes.
It reminds me of the beauty all around us;
not always visible, but always there.
Will I see the beauty if I look for it on this day...in this week?
Maybe it's a choice.
Perhaps each day I need to choose
whether to see darkness or to see beauty.
It compels me to search inside myself;
not to find who I am, but what it is I choose to do.
Is that the choice we all must face...each day...each week?
