Before the Dawn

It's still a few minutes before dawn. You stare out the window, there are no outlines of the future, only the thin cobwebs of rain dripping down the glass in a turmoil. And the sound murmurs in my ears, the sound of the coming spring, the birth of nature's life. There beyond the horizon, it might already be summer. It's not raining. And it's dawn already. And here you are, in the semi-darkness and the lacy shadow of the curtains. With a great desire to go out on the balcony into that rain and breathe in the scent of the freshness of the morning. To wait a little while. Or open the door? Someone once said - it's darkest before dawn...it is. Inhale. Exhale. The cool wind rushed into the...View all