A Magical Morning

Grandma Stella recounts a beautiful morning experience, finding magic in the interplay of sunlight and autumn leaves, which fills her with a sense of wonder and optimism for the day ahead.

The sun had hardly risen this morning when I got up. I had done laundry yesterday. I had folded it up, but was too tired to put it away. I had neatly arranged it on the side of the bed on which I was not sleeping this week. It was one of the first things I did. Some of it had to go into the next room.

As I entered the room, I gasped in awe. The tree at the end of the room had still not shed too many leaves. Through the leaves, the sun peeked out mischievously. It winked, grinned, and smiled with joy. The unlit room seemed filled with a magical air. I stopped and drew a breath of wonder. It was so beautiful, so magical. It shimmered and glowed. The shadows and the peeking rays of sun seemed to join together in a special dance. I just knew it would be a special day!