It's been a while, hasn't it?
Life is interesting, in that it takes you in and out of moments you don't recall being in until you slow down. Memories you don't directly remember start emerging out of odd moments of the day. Times when you're just beginning to lull into sleep, and other times when you're deep within sleep.
During the last two weeks left of 2021, I was finally having my break. I didn't need to worry about assignments, transit, work, socializing and the overbearing claws of stress that sneaks between layers. Most of the time I was mooching at home, enjoying time for myself and doing what I wanted. I caught up with a few friends that I usually saw around Christmas, and self-learned Japanese every day. I went out for daily walks with my mom when the weather wasn't too extreme and did a fair amount of snow shoveling. Somehow along the way, I was able to write again which rekindled my connection to haiku.
I'm beginning to understand what writing is in soul. Without all the glamour, the publishing, the validation, the external noise - I'm beginning to understand what it means to write while living first. That nothing can be forced, and everything flows with the passing of time.
I managed to capture a moment of one of my morning walks. Just when the sun shyly peeks from its cradle, but ultimately empowering everything light rays touch.
Something about it makes you pause, doesn't it?