Here Comes the Sun

Morning light. Soft. The winds subsided during the night, but are due again in the afternoon.  I wonder at the magic of starting every day like this – with homage to the space between night and day.  In the quiet stillness, the world shifting and energy racing until as the world turns once again toward the light.  Demons scatter.  The brilliance of the sun wipes clean the dark spaces and once again, the world is new.  Once again, everything is possible. On this new day, what magic can I manifest?  What dreams can I pull closer to reality?  What openings can I create in my heart?