I can’t sleep, despite my body aching with exhaustion 
I fix a small cup of tea and sit on the back porch to
catch the sunrise.

The liquid gold rests on the dark horizon eventually
melts into a glowing opulent orange orb that
paints the sky with pops of pink and picturesque purples

Yellow light filterd the yard and uncovers fresh-cut grass
with centuries-old trees standing tall, swaying in the breeze

Steam rises from my mug and warms my nose,
the sweet smell of cranberries entices me to take a sip
—still too hot— 
I wince as the heat travels down my throat, spreads through my chest, 
and swirls to my stomach.

I clutch the tea mug for warmth
and rest my thoughts on gratitude and awe.