The first note of birdsong in the morning. Have you heard it? How it comes suddenly, breaking the silence? Yet it comes softly, nervously, tentatively as if to ask “Now? Am I the first? Are we ready?”. Then that small fragment of bravery is taken up, expanded; others join to reply “Yes, Yes, Yes!”. And they are positive voices, committed to the potential of the day.
Still tired, often they would sit together in the half-light, cradling tea, and listen for that overture, each of them wanting to say “There! I heard it first!” and thus embrace everything.
9th April 2017, 99 words