27 April ’20
At the break of dawn. On King’s Day 2020. A memory forever cherished.
The soft gushing of the wind, which left the leaves bristling. The cool air that brushed against our cheeks as we raced to see the sun come up. The sweet chittering of birds in the morning sky, still waking up from a night’s sleep, but so alive. My mother and I, quietly in awe of nature’s beating heart. In the early morning everything is different. Everything is bright. Everything is sleepy and okay and calm.
How I love that calmness.