On my way down to the shop this morning, the sunrise was soft and wide across the street. The air still had that cool edge you only get early, before the day turns noisy. I wasn’t looking for anything. I was just walking, thinking about opening up and hoping today would be better than yesterday.
Then the light hit the big tree by the corner, and the shadow it threw onto the ground made me stop. It was not sharp, but my image did and longer than I expected. The shape of the leaves and branches showed up slightly that it looked like a drawing someone had traced in real time. It wasn’t loud or flashy, but it caught my attention in a way i never does.
For a minute I forgot about sales and stock. I just stood there watching how the light and the tree were working together with my imagine moving closer. The tree didn’t move, but the shadow looked alive, shifting slightly as the sun climbed. It reminded me that beauty often shows up when you’re not chasing it.
By the time I reached the shop, my mood had shifted too. The day was still quiet, but that shadow had given me something to notice. Sometimes the best part of a slow morning is a small thing you almost walked past.
