This morning the Wasatch sunrise slathered orange marmalade across my cheek
The dogs sighed on the window-warmed oak floors while my first sip of coffee stitched the start of another day
This morning I said “thank you”
To the postman waving from my letterbox by the door and to the first frost of the year blooming across the glass between us
Joy rose to meet my attention, ripe and worthy and wild
Her answers always come as questions, so I held out my open hand
“What if what you're missing, is what you already have?”