Let the Light Find You Where You Stand

The sun is just breaking the gray, and the house is quiet enough to hear your own breath. Then, from somewhere down the street, a child's laugh cuts through the morning air.

It stops you cold. Your body remembers a sound that no longer exists in your home, and for a second, the new day feels like a cruel joke.

But the light that rises now does not ask you to forget what you have lost. It rises anyway.

It spills across the floorboards and touches the exact spot where your grief is standing. You do not have to move forward yet.

You do not have to pretend the silence isn't loud. Just stand there in the warming air and let the light find you.

The dawn is not here to erase the night you survived; it is here to prove you are still here to see it.