Updated: Aug 22
The flowers woke to another day, which was good, because some things didn’t wake at all.
Our subjects didn’t have a need to turn to the light; they knew already to face that way, so when the sun peeked its gaze over the farthest hills they were there waiting. Flowing with their nature, dynamic yet stationary, the warmth simply eased over them, filling their being with the particles of life the light carried, and all the fullness that brought.
They welcomed it.
There could be no better feeling than the chance to make tomorrow.