The First Fields at Sunrise

The morning sky, lightening from black to midnight blue, blue to lavender, and then pink on the impossibly far-off horizon. My first glimpses of a new future. I pass through a wall of peace as I cross the county line. This is what home feels like. My heart, open to budding love and altogether something new, sings in my chest. You almost make me believe in love at first sight. But it was before that, wasn’t it? When I first felt the inner you: the stirrings of real peace and enduring devotion. You say you’re nothing but I say you are everything I could ever desire. 

The pink on the horizon lifts to a subtler shade, becoming more orange which I know will shift to the bright white of morning sun. It is as if it is morning in my soul as well. Is this a dream? Have I really found a home after all these years of searching and then giving up? Could I truly find a place to rest, and then upon this newfound tranquility, to grow? I believe I have. 


tara caribou | ©️2025 photo by me

12 Comments on “The First Fields at Sunrise

    • It’s coming along. So much to plan and do. But it’s coming together. New beginnings closer than the horizon. We just have to step forward.

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