Awakening Light

Awakening Light

The frost yields under my tread as I make my way across the fields. My breath curls in the morning air finding its place in the cold. The sky is still brushed with the last remnants of night, a dusk yielding to the first tentative hues of dawn. I push my hands deep into my pockets, my mind still tangled in the echoes of last night’s dreams; half-formed thoughts drift elusively and linger, waiting for recognition.

Worries stir too. They come like a huddle in the quiet of morning. The kind that settle in the small hours to question of things undone, of words unsaid, of time slipping too fast. But the earth is steady beneath me. Cool and solid. Reminding me that I am here, now.

The light shifts. A gold spills over the horizon, soft at first, then deepening across the land. It wipes the frozen grass, turning it from silver to fire. And with it, something inside me eases. The weight of restless thoughts begins to unravel and each worry dissolves into the vastness of the open sky.

I stop for a moment and close my eyes. I breathe the fresh air and feel the first warmth of the rising sun on my face. The day is new and unshaped. It is once again filled with possibility, and for now, that is enough.

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