Sometimes our thoughts move through us like condensation, settling down while we're trying to rise up. What's a thought you've had today that passed through with a weightiness?
[image description: A heart with its eyes shut, yawns, and thinks about a flower with droplets of water along the stem and bottom edge of the thought bubble. In the background the sun is rising on the horizon. Text reads: "At dawn they swell up like dew."]