It’s the first evening of November, and as I was working on my writing, I happened to look up — just in time to see a rainbow stretching across the soft pink clouds.
There was something about that moment that felt quietly complete. The day had been lovely — simple, full, and calm — and the sight of that rainbow seemed to gather it all together with a gentle whisper: accept what is, and let it be enough.
I’ve always thought November carries its own kind of grace. It’s a month that invites reflection and gratitude — a season that encourages us to pause, breathe, and notice the beauty in ordinary moments.
Tonight, as the light faded and the colors deepened, I felt thankful… thankful for the day, for the work, and for the reminder that even the briefest glimmers of color can brighten our hearts.
Gratitude: Today I’m grateful for the simple gift of looking up at just the right time.
