It was a glorious morning.
Misty, mysterious, majestically still. Not a leaf nor blade of glass nodding to the rise of the morning sun… as if any sudden movement would break the spell of the orange and blue dawn. Mesmerising. I too sat very still for the same reason.
Only the warbling birds were brave enough to herald the morning with welcoming song, breaking through the stillness with gentle melodies.
I breathed it all in, capturing the calm with each blink, hoping the memory, the sounds, the stillness would serve me well in the weeks to come while living engulfed in the bland chaos of the city.
The unfamiliar of two years ago had become familiar. And Surprisingly I’m going to miss it.
If you have already had some kind of notification from me regarding what lies ahead for us in this new year I apologise. If not, I invite you to click here for an explanation of sorts. A new letter will drop in the coming days.
2021 is already proving to be an overflow from the crap of last year for so many, under the guise of a different set of numbers, different headings, different year, different hopes but the same stuff.
But there is always hope… always. May this new year be much kinder to us all and may the splashes of joy in our lives be vibrant and frequent amongst it all.
I’ll see you back here soon in the coming weeks. In the meantime you might like to catch up over at Hi from Sandra!
Stay safe now!
Sandra. 🙂 Xx