A Day with the Sunrise
The world sleeps, but one soul is awake. As the clock gently nudges the early hours, Emma pulls herself out of bed, her heart yearning for something she hadn’t sought in years—a moment of quiet magic, away from the chaos of life. Today, she has chosen to greet the sun.
In the stillness of dawn, she steps outside, her breath turning to mist in the cool morning air. The world around her feels untouched. Emma walks through the meadow near her home, the grass damp beneath her feet, the earth itself seemingly holding its breath. She can hear her own heartbeat.
She finds her spot—a gentle hill overlooking the valley. This is where it begins.
The horizon starts as a faint blush, a whisper of color against the dark canvas of night. Slowly, the world reveals its artistry. Gold bleeds into pink; streaks of orange cut through the shadowy blues. The light dances with the clouds, painting strokes so vivid no artist could replicate them.
Emma notices the soft chirps of birds awakening. She notices the rustle of leaves stirred by a playful breeze. She notices herself—her steady breaths, the coolness of her skin, the warmth blooming in her chest. The rising sun asks for nothing in return but attention, and so she gives it.
As the golden orb edges above the horizon, the warmth kisses her face. Emma feels her heart open, filled not with plans or worries. The sunrise is not simply the start of the day—it is a reminder that every day can begin again. Every morning holds renewal.
She stays there, basking in the beauty of the moment, her soul quiet, her spirit alive. When she finally stands and begins her walk home, she takes the sunrise with her—not in her hands but in her mind, and in her heart.
© Michelle Z. April 2025
