If you had been awake this morning, you might have seen the path to the Other World. It was glowing bright and clear. Full of promise and suspended in eternity.
But even as you grabbed your pack and kissed your sweetheart and called for your friends the birds to lend you their wings, the Gods were laughing as the path-light dimmed.
Achingly, heartbreakingly quickly.
By the time you had soared into the skies, the light was gone. And so was the path.
You exhaled and your head dropped. A tiny corner of your heart cracked. Just a little.
You held your heart and inhaled and sutured it with determination and hope. Just like you’d done many times before, and like you will do many times yet to come.
Backstory: The sunrise light changes so quickly. This is a tiny story I first shared on Twitter and then in my Ree-Writes newsletter #8: Taking Flight. It was inspired by the two photos of the same sunrise that I took – mere minutes apart.
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