When I stepped out my door this morning, the clouds were amazingly beautiful, traveling in arches across the sky from the sun in the East to an eruption of pink clouds in the West. I stood for a moment of wonder and awe at the lighting and the color . . .
And then I saw the Moon, which nearly always dissolves my ego and leaves me standing humbled at my own smallness . . .
Outside my door . . . a moment of grace to carry me through the day.