Sunrise

"Every sunrise whispers a secret and every sunset makes a promise," Audrey's grandmother had told her. "You'll feel those messages more than see them but, now and again, the answers are obvious and flashy." She had scanned the horizon with a bit of awe and asked questions about who was sending the messages. "We'll know soon enough, but ... well, when you're being told a story, you gotta stay 'til the end. Keep watching, keep waiting, and do your best in-between." Audrey stood at the window drinking pithy coffee out of a stained cup in transitional housing; it was 7:30am and the sunrise was coming. She was tired and had felt hopeless for a long time, but today was a pink and gold and white day and she'd been standing at windows long enough to know it meant good news. "Audrey!" the caseworker called out cheerily. "You will NOT believe the call I just got!" She turned, smiling, but thought to herself, "No, I would; they called me first."