Sunday Dawn

Awake like any other day, but the windows peek only blackness. I glance skyward for hope and see a pale gray sliver of sky in between edges of the neighbor's roof and the top of my window. The heat exhales warmth into my room. My hands are warm as I lounge in my robe, relaxed because it's Sunday. The gray sliver of sky is turning brighter and more blue now. Morning is rapidly catching up to the new day, but sluggishly. My cup of dark, caramel black tea appeals to my nose with rich aroma to have another sip. And I do, satisfied that this is the Lord's Sabbath and He will give us a restful day.