<p><!--StartFragment--></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I left the blinds open last night. Darkness surrendered to a hazy orange prelude of morning.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The color lightened the shadow of my room. Orange turned to yellow with subtleness defying notice.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Light moved cross my sheets and touched my body. Its energy stole away the night's chill.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Reflected rays gave color to the room.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Unconsciousness gave way to awareness with the same nuance as the change of colors.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The presence of color and light and warmth tenderly, silently woke me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It greeted me effortlessly, naturally, without bargain or condition.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I woke up this morning feeling a positive, sensitive emotion that has no name and, for some reason, I woke thinking of you.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Blake</p> <!--EndFragment--> <p>&nbsp;</p>