MORNING

Genji, 10th - Oakland, CA
A brilliant light illuminated my room as the birds sang their peaceful songs, and the soothing fresh breeze seeped into my skin, giving life to my senses.

I inhaled the cooling scent of the wind, almost refreshing as mint as the sound of chopping and pan-stirring intruded into my ears. Familiar footsteps, sometimes silent, enter my room accompanying my awakening.

The air is dressed in garlic and soy sauce. The intense heat from the kitchen creates warm temperatures during cold days when warmth is not found. 

The dazzling golden rays showed themselves in the clouds as I finished my morning routine. 

On occasions, there would be days when the sun would be absent. The clouds were gloomy and the mornings would be darkened and engulfed in gray.

I loathed the blurry clouds and hoped for a brighter radiance in the sky. 

As the wind flew over time, so did the clouds that covered up the gleam of light.