At dawn

 (a personal anecdote)

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Before going to sleep, in the night from 6 to 7 October, I opened a little bit of my bedroom window's curtain to be awakened softly by the daylight in the early morning. Indeed, I woke up at dawn despite the darkness in the bedroom. The Sun is rising at about 7 a.m. these days, and it was still 5:50 a.m.

There was a faint light curiously making bright only what was on my bedroom dresser, my religious statues. They looked like having their own light, as phosphorescent objects in the darkness. For a while I was surprised, but not startled; I was softly and sweetly amazed.

But as a sceptical, healthy person, I looked for a plausible interpretation and I quickly found the reason for that "phenomenon." I immediately remembered the curtain I had left open and noticed a subtle white beam of light coming from the window towards the dresser. That explained it.

Anyway, regardless of my logical reasoning, regardless of the naked truth of the facts, I was enchanted by what I was seeing. The silhouettes of the Blessed Virgin, the representative of my Guardian Angel, my nativity scene... they were there, clearly visible and defined. Heaven was with me, and my heart overflowed with love. Thanks, amen.