A celebration of light marks the morning, as the rays illuminate the powdery sky and quiet scene below. Suddenly, as if running from the light, two black birds fly in the opposite direction breaking the stillness; then a bicyclist, upright and peddling with steady determination, heads the same direction, followed by a car rolling out past view;  all one after the other. They were not escaping, rather, the beams illuminating their paths now enabled their movement forward, on their way. Our lives seem to stand still at times, until in a moment inspiration and purpose bring the path to light,  and we are off and running. 

What is your inspiration? Where is the source of your light?