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So its 3:44 in the mornin and I'm awake-- shocker. I'm wearin HUGE baggy pajamas and waitin to fall asleep on the couch. Breathing deep and placid, I feel my days pan out before me. There is peace everywhere.
I think of the sunrises I've seen.
--Courtney's roof: 10th grade. House sitting with Emily this summer. A million Provo all-nighters my freshman year. Waking up to Blythe, California in the passenger's seat.--
Always, there is a feeling of revival-- if there be any part of you that is still numb, grey, oppressed, indifferent-- it is waking.
Where a sunset would evoke longing, a sunrise conjures up contentment.
Tonight I realize, that I am grateful, alive, young, waking up over and over.
I am a strong woman, searching out my truth.
I am a weak daughter, with hopeful windows.
I am almost discovered.