The rising sun lit
up the darkness outside the windows. Standing at the window, she was mesmerized
by the different shades of purple and pink until they somehow blended into
orange then yellow. Living in the city, she’d
never seen what the sun looked like as it rose in the morning without buildings
and factories blocking the view. All she’d ever seen for her entire life were
dark buildings and homes that came to life as servants began their daily
routines. Until she’d arrived here in these wide-open spaces, she didn’t know
such beauty existed.
“Wonder if it smells different here as well,” she thought
aloud, remembering the acid odor of the streets being cleaned. The scent of hot
metal as the electric railway cars moved through the city. And if the wind blew
exactly right, the fish market would mingle with the smell of fresh bread
baking in the bakeries. It took experience to weed out the mingled noises and
smells each and every day. And that came from living there most of her life.
Some part of her missed it while another did not.
Opening the door, she took a deep breath and pushed on the wooden screen door. The fresh scent of grass and hay wafted in the air. The morning dew glistened off the blades of grass. She could definitely stay here forever with mornings like this.
