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the morning belongs to

the morning belongs to


steadily, with no consideration for beauty or horror, the earth turns. every morning, we arrive at a new beginning.

the fire raging in my heart this morning (for things i have little control over) has finally burnt out. i throw everything into rekindling it with a focus on what’s in front of me here and now.

natures wordless symphony – charmed by the blue sky + the rising sun + the golden light on a spider’s web + the grey heron croaking like a pack-a-day smoker + the paradise ducks calling in the distance + the kingfisher that’s become a kaleidoscope of colour, shimmering in the cool morning air.

for the thirty minutes i am here… the morning belongs to us.