promise you won't fade.

It is a morning filled with quiet rises of the sun, next to the cool weather of winter. 

If you step outside, maybe you will start to hear the day begin. It might sound like honking horns or birds chirping. But I think it could also sound like a beautiful sigh. An exhale of hope, a transfer of faith. 

The hours grow shorter when the snow sticks to the grounds. But we must remember even if the sun does not always shine; we should not fade along with its shadow.