The Good News

The sun came up again this morning, free of charge, no subscription, and lit the same street like it was new.

Dogs still cannot believe you came back — you, of all people — after being gone almost ten minutes.

Somewhere right now, a baby is discovering her own hands.

Water keeps falling out of the sky and turning into rivers, free, and the rivers, unpaid, keep going.

Someone on the bus just laughed so hard at nothing that three strangers caught it like weather and smiled at their shoes.

Peaches are still being grown. Whole orchards. On purpose.

Someone planted a tree this morning for the shade of people they will never meet.

And you — you woke up again inside the one day that has never happened before, and it's still early, and the kettle is willing, and the door opens from the inside.