On the way home from school drop-off, I turned the corner past the brick house with the crooked mailbox—and saw it.
Light. Just... light.
Pouring through the hedge. Striking the pavement like gold leaf.
It wasn’t doing anything special. Just existing.
But it stopped me mid-step.
No photo could’ve caught it.
No words can fully hold it.
But my body did.
For a few seconds, I stood there, bathed in ordinary magic.
I felt the weight I’d been carrying ease, just a little.
Joy doesn’t always announce itself.
Sometimes, it just falls at your feet, quiet as morning light.
