Some mornings don’t need noise or caffeine to wake us up. Sometimes, it’s the stillness—the light through the window, the hush before the rush—that whispers, “Today can be beautiful.”
There are mornings when everything brims with promise, even my empty cup. ~ Ted Kooser
There are mornings when the world doesn’t hand us answers—just light. And somehow, that’s enough. The empty cup, still warm from yesterday’s rituals, becomes a symbol of what might be. Not what we’ve lost, but what’s waiting to be filled again.
Hope isn’t always loud. Sometimes, it’s just a quiet yes in the middle of nothing, reminding us we’re still here, still able, still beginning.