“For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.”  ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

Life is full of high lights. Some are hard to notice through the fog of our day to day trog through work and everything else.

Sometimes we get bogged down in the minor details, we slough off that crust of morning sleep only to get a layer of life thrown on.

Then those high lights shine through. Some are luminous and beautiful in their intensity, some are bare glimmers of silver along a dark cloud.

A soft kiss on the cheek from a sleepy eyes toddler. A purring cat stretching on your lap after a long day. A warm cup of coffee that’s *just right*. That spare change you forgot was in your pocket. A hug from your teen who usually rolls their eyes are you. A kiss from your love, even when you are both exhausted. A snuggle, a cuddle.

Life is full of simple high lights. They aren’t always dramatic or bold, some are barely noticeable…unless you look deal and see them shine.

Whitemoor – High Lights