Morning Light

Click. Lock.

I step out.

The soft grass this morning, still soaked with raindrops

seeps cold into my socks.

I look up, the sky is white.

Alive with song and flight.

I try to find the words to capture this new-breath feel;

I land on

Soaring.

Like a gull

Master of the changing winds

with clear vision, cutthroat lines

and deep earth-core calm.

Cold feet remind me

I'm here to explore.

One door closed,

I smile a fond farewell and turn my eyes ahead.