5am. I’m tired again. We got on the plane and off we were,
back to the big city.
It was ghastly weather. Cold, wet, windy. Not my dream day
to say the least, but as the plane soared to greater heights, I witnessed the
sunrise beyond the clouds.
I felt it on my face and I watched it hit the clouds. I saw
the colours change and I felt my tired eyes open. I felt my tired heart realise
what this moment meant for me.
There is always sunshine beyond the clouds. It might be the
darkest doomiest day of your life, and I can promise you that somewhere up
there, there is great beauty and light to be shed. And its time will come. Have
hope in your skyline sunrise, remember that no matter how hard it is down here,
there is more only just above, and you’ll see it soon enough.
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