Chapter Thirty-Five

Lilura

I stare at the beautiful beams of sunlight as they dance through the branches and leaves of the trees that surround our cottage. The birds are chirping happily, and the crisp morning breeze blows softly over my face, and I smile.

It's early morning, and I take a whiff of my morning camomile tea while sitting on our porch swing.

I couldn't really sleep last night. I was mulling over so many thoughts in my mind, so I decided to get up and watch the sunrise.

Oh, how I love nature, how it is a part of me.

How many sunrises have I seen in my time? Thousands… Still, each one is unique. Never the same; like an artwork, a gift given each day… But we never slow down, stop, look around, take it all in and realize that we will never have this exact moment again. No.

There is something so beautiful and emotionally moving about watching a sunrise or sunset. It stirs your soul… like your subconscious acknowledges that it's the end of something you'll never relive or have again. Once t