Friday, 1 May 2015

Dear May...

You are my early riser. My morning pill. My wake up call.

Your silence brings tranquillity. And with that comes a sense of magic and wonder.       
I can hear the birds singing in the trees as I write. I can taste the sweet air and I can feel every ray of sunlight reach for my skin.

I am in a place that is like no other. It's beautiful and quiet and it has brought peace to my body.       
And as the golden light drifts further down behind the trees, we will say our goodbyes.

But it won't really be goodbye, not to me.        
I'll be back again. And so will you.      
I'm sure of it.

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