Soaked in Morning Sunshine

This is a working Tuesday morning. I was bathed in the sunshine since I walked down the street which is painted golden yellow by the sunlight. I was glad that I planned to drive.

I was heading east when I drove from home to the Victoria Park. The sky were decorated by my favorite sky blue and orange yellow. It was shining but not glaring, luckily, at about 7:30 in the winter morning. Yes, there is only about 1 week time to go before the winter solstice, which is claim to be the shortest day within a year. I am already looking for the Christmas holiday.

I am thankful for the whole sunny week, at the very beginning of the new job. The warmth in the cool winter made me felt contented and completed.

Suddenly I feel the need to write, no matter what is the content. There is an urge to note down every words flash by my mind. It is something inside myself which had been long forgotten. It cannot be caught but can be followed, like the way we let the wind bring us to the dream. Hopefully, that might is finally coming back silently, secretly, after a period of uncertainty.

And this is just another refreshing morning. I smile.