another six o’clock adventure

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.

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six o’clock

“The sunrise, of course, doesn’t 
care if we watch it or not. It will
keep on being beautiful, even if 
no one bothers to look at it.”
Op een vroege morgen ergens in juli keken we naar de zonsopgang.
De wereld om ons heen was kalm en ontwaakte uit een diepe slaap.
Het voelde alsof de tijd langzamer voorbij tikte
toen de zon achter de horizon omhoog kwam.
Hij zwaaide ons toe terwijl het water klotsend aan onze voeten lag.

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