It is never too late to be what you might have been.George Eliot
This morning I saw the sun as it rose over the far buildings. Is light always lifting this way? Never have I stood, rapt, at this window. Too distracted, busy, late for this quotidian blessing to touch me, remind me to be alive with what is. You know you can go a whole life and might not see this, know you are loved, have always been.