When comes a new day freshness enters the world.
When comes a new day a page appears to write upon, a page free from what has been.
When comes a new day I come with it for I am its light.
I create, I remind myself, so that Life can fill in the blanks. My ink stains don’t lie. They did not create themselves. They were left by something that was always here. Yet, something new and true and more than merely mine.