A golden goddess.

After the cover of night dissipates  I love to watch the sun rise slowly on the horizon creeping in blearily . Rubbing her eyes. and every stretch of her limbs, a yoga golden goddess illuminating one leg, arm, foot and finger tips unfurling to a new day . It’s natural and magic and welcome . I want to shake the first ray from my bed but I watch as she gifts light and the sky must sigh as I do . It’s an invitation to start again that I accept gladly with my silhouette twinkling and I’m almost certain the sun winked at me with a warmth that touched my bones .I can't help but be full of admiration as she fiercely strips the darkness behind as she guides us to open our eyes . I watch and think this is the ordinary in the extraordinary.