Sunrise

Dear Reader, 

🌳

I missed you. 

I know how long these letters take. 

But though I am tired, tonight, I want to speak to you. I hope my voice reaches you in whichever ways serves you best today 🌛

Forgive me. My last correspondence was so very long ago. In a far away land called The Past.

How much has changed in so little time. 

People, places. You. Me. C'est la vie. 

It's all the same, but a little different.

The familiar person is not walking the streets. There is a sensation in the spine, something forcing me to stand straight as I face what comes next. 

I was so close. To slipping back. To the old ways. But the mindset changes as soon as you're free and you wonder where you went for 10 weeks. 

This doesn't help.

I rested. I reminisced and I cherished. But as the stars above me die, so do the strands of the past, one petal at a time, before the seeds of dreams flourish once more 🪷 

Yes. 

Nothing will ever be the same again. Even since you started this letter, Dear Reader, you have changed and lost everything until this moment. Right now is the only thing we have. 

I understood this for years, but I was obsessed. The claws of time pierced my skin like the meadow of thorns. And they will continue to do so 🌹

But just once in a while, I snap my fingers, and  control time once more, watching the light radiate as my universe unfolds 💜

I left England feeling refreshed. Replenished. Its talons held me strong near the end. But here I am. Flying towards the warmth of uncertainty, the eclectic melting pot of cultures and life that shape our world. 

As I walk the streets of Paris, I remember how well I know this odd place. So many parts I have explored, with so many people, in so many different stages of my life. It is my home, unlike anywhere else. A place I have always felt accepted, unjudged, and within an essence of magic, which I have found rarely, even in Asia 🪄

Places I love are gone, yet this feeling has not altered. I'm still connected, if only in my memories. 

There is a switch as I oscillate from nostalgia to novelty. The spectral shift that guides me, illuminates the streets and sounds. In every glance, I see life. But I protect myself. 

It is important to remember that some darkness cannot be illuminated, and we must accept that those shadows spread, as we dance in reach of the sun 🌞 

Thank you for waiting for me, Dear Reader, for allowing me the time to rest. And now, I'd like to invite you on an adventure... 

As I step forward, into my travel boots, heading for an unknown blend of beaches and waterfalls, mountains and forests. Cafes and smiles, love and magic.

Won't you join? 

Who knows the friends you could make? 

🐘