Gryning. / Dawn.

Det sner udenfor. Bittesmå fnug daler over et tyst landskab. Træernes grene er dækket af hvidt. 

Én af de ting jeg har genfundet glæden ved (gennem at have en lille baby med hyppige spisetider) er gryningen. Når nat bliver til dag og horisonten begynder at ændre nuance. Hvordan har jeg kunnet undvære morgenstunden? undrer jeg. Så meget jeg er gået glip af.❤️

En ny dags fødsel. Og med hver ny dag, nye muligheder. Nye begyndelser. 

It’s snowing. Tiny snowflakes settle upon a silent landscape. The tree branches are covered in white.

One of my refound joys (that having a newborn whom eats often grants) is the dawn. (I have always loved that word – it hold such softness which I think is very fitting). When night turns into day and the horizon starts to change hue. I wonder how I ca. have lived without it? So much I have missed.

The birth of a new day. And with every new day, new opportunities. New beginnings.

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