New chapters, promised fun, unknown experiences, boundless opportunities. I could keep going, trying to encapsulate these slippery feelings but I keep coming back to one simple word. Morning.
It brings the new day, full of wonder and promise. Free from the mistakes and choices of yesterday (to a degree) ready to be molded however you want. When that first ray of light breaks the horizon, to witness that, to be part of that moment...it is just pure.
Why this sudden floral, poorly written prose? I am inspired and let me tell you why.
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Figuratively and literally I am flying high, fast and unstoppable. Hurtling through the night towards the dawn as it inexorably creeps forward to greet me. Above me the heavens hold their mysteries and below the soft blankets of clouds protect me. I feel like I’m hovering unaffected by the turbulent forces of the world.
The cool blues of the night begin to evolve and transform. At first the change is harsh and angry; the sheer contrast is enough make it seem furious, but then it softens and becomes inviting. Tomorrow has arrived with an undeniable promise it is hard not to revel in its glow. A symphony of reds and yellows spread across the horizon emanating from the land of ‘Liberty and Opportunity’. My thoughts are momentarily thrown back to the pilgrims and explorers who approached this land long ago in search of a new and different life.
These reflective thoughts are quickly forgotten as day explodes into my view. With such fury the sky explodes. Any lingering night, any lingering thought of yesterday, is shattered. Dawn is gone, the day is here. The nervous anticipation of tomorrow has been satisfied and replaced by the surety of today so fast you cannot see it happen.
The sun rises, the flight wares on and I am filled with energy and optimism. Looking to the future and the adventures it holds I become glad. This is right; I’ve made the right choice. But then I notice that safety blanket again. As the sun rises shadows begin to develop, pointing west back from where I came. Homesickness already? No, a simple reminder of where I came from, to not forget who I am. Yesterday is not really gone. Simply it has passed and I can revisit it anytime I want.
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