The Small Bright Thing
Some days, the sky forgets its color,and the coffee goes cold before you sit down.
The news hums in the background,
and the world feels too loud.
But still,
there’s a daisy growing in the crack of the sidewalk.
A sparrow shaking rain off its wings.
A stranger holding the door a moment longer
than they needed to.
Not every day sings.
But every day offers something,
even if you have to kneel down,
tilt your head,
and listen very closely
for the small bright thing
that waited just for you.
Source: Facebook - Rivers in the Ocean - Juliette Crane
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