You know that glow in the morning, when the sun is peeking over the wall with one eye, but you can still sense his big smile?  You know how it comes into the rooms and leaves them a hazy yellow.  It's the morning yellow.  It's when everything has a shiny skin around it—the glazed sheen of sunshine.  You know that?

Me, too.

Sometimes, even though life isn't necessarily hard, living it is hard.  Sometimes you're a battleground between the blessings you know you experience every moment and the inescapable difficulties of aloneness and longings for things you don't have.  Sometimes you're just right in the middle of those times.

Like now.