Prisms

 

When I first looked out the window this morning, I caught the moment when frost was melting into dew. Each crisp droplet split the sunlight into colors, as if a rainbow had fallen from the sky and shattered, spilling  prisms on the grass. I was awed by my capacity to perceive each each quivering dew drop on behalf of the universe. I offered up the experience as my commitment to honor the miracle of a new day.

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