Dawn

Dawn broke this morning and my spirit strangely lifted.

What was it?

The light of the sun was the same, yet it meant something different.

Perhaps we're not bound to the same cycle of day in and day out...a cycle of death. No, this morning, dawn signaled that we can start over...begin again.

Murmurs around the neighborhood of a stolen body. Some called it a miracle.

I don't know, but something's different. Something's changed.

Something's changed.