My Heart and the Last Light of Day

There’s something magical about watching the sun calmly drift across a room.

After arriving home, I’d placed my earrings on a nearby table and burrowed under a soft blanket on the couch. While the sun continued its gentle march and evening slowly consumed the last light of day, it was by chance I looked down at this moment: when my heart danced to life.

Life truly is beautiful, isn’t it?

~Ana