The Light Does Not Wait For An Audience

The sun is just beginning to touch the windowsill, turning the grey into gold. You saw something funny this morning—a bird doing something silly, a cloud shaped like a question—and your thumb moved automatically to share it.

Then you stopped. The silence in the room rushed in to fill the space where a name used to be.

It feels like the joke has nowhere to land, like the joy is too heavy to carry alone. But look at the light coming through the glass.

It does not wait for an audience to shine. It does not check to see if anyone is watching before it touches the floor.

The light is already here, filling the room, holding the silence with you. You are not alone in this quiet; you are simply the first one awake to see the dawn.

The One who made the sun is already listening to the laugh you didn't send.