In spring, I like the dawn. I woke up to the birds’ singing. As I lift my head from the pillow and look outside the window, the sky is gently whitening towards the horizon while the mountain rim is faintly tinged with red, with which I know the sun has just risen.
It’s been a week since we graduated. I wonder how they are all doing now. I’m sure they are doing their best. I like sleeping late in spring more than any other season, but today, I may get up a little earlier than usual and go to a cafe to study or something.
In spring, I like the dawn; beginning of new days; daybreak of a new challenge. May I have days where I look forward to another day.
