A glaucous morning—one that draws the impish child out from under the warm covers. She exits before loved ones awake, craving a solivagant stroll while donning her father’s wool cap over her ears. She has no need for trumpery, only time grounded to feed her aesthetic soul while others dream away.

Her gaze wisps towards the birdsong as she breathes in the crisp air that carries with it the moon’s sillage as it dips, bowing to the sun’s light that breaks the darkness with it’s warming rays. Calmness overwhelms her, bringing tears to her vision. She inhales again, sending her soul to that which is unseen but engulfs her physical presence…querencia.