Sunrise

Today is Photo Challenge day over at Mountaingirls Musings.

This week's theme is 'light', which for this post translates to 'sunlight', and then to 'sunrise'. Creativity is part of the challenge, right?

These photos also come with a story.

On the second anniversary of M's death, I went to our favourite place in the world and I watched the sun rise.

There is something so incredibly sacred about those moments, right at the beginning of new day. Like the entire universe is holding it's breath.
Slowly the sun rises, we begin again, and the universe exhales.

As I sat waiting for the sun to come up that morning, my grief felt like a heavy weight in my chest, pinning me to the bottom of the ocean.
I realised I'd been holding my breath for too long. My world had become dark and cold and lonely - And I realised it was time to rise, to begin again, and to exhale.

I took a breath, and I began to hum. I didn't recognise the tune at first, but when it came to me I smiled.

On the second anniversary of M's death, I went to our favourite place in the world, I watched the sun rise, and I sang.

And you probably don't want to hear tomorrow's another day

Well I promise you you'll see the sun again

And you're asking me why pain's the only way to happiness

And I promise you you'll see the sun again

I promise you you'll see the sun again.