You know those mornings when you feel especially alive? Those mornings when you know all is not right in the world, that there is far too much pain and hurt, but that there is hope that is greater and stronger still? When you find yourself effortlessly clinging to that hope?
Every morning is not like that.
But this morning happens to be, and I wanted to box it up and live in it forever. Impossible, yes, but I did whip out my trusty memory-keeper and snap a few photos that captured what I was feeling this morning. They're not perfect photos if you want to dissect exposure and composition and technicality, but they are perfect if I want to remember this morning for many, many years. Here's one: