I lay in bed this morning after a welcome sleep-in with the house to myself (husband gone to work, Miss S having a sleepover at Nanna’s house), checking Instagram for new photos. I noticed the light brighten and jumped out the door to take a quick shot of the sunrise on my phone. I love watching the sun creep up behind the city in the morning, and today was as gorgeous as ever.
It’s amazing how the same horizon can look completely different from morning through to afternoon and evening into night. And yet, it’s so familiar, like an old friend that I recognise no matter what colour she’s wearing. And we’ve known each other for 10 years now, this city view, and I. Sharing moments of contemplation, laughs with friends, playtime, dinnertime, desperate tears, and everything in between. Grief when I lost my Dad, and dreams of my little girl to come, just months later.
I always dreamed of living in the city growing up. I thought the city lights held some kind of magic! All those windows and rooms and buildings, endless square meters of mystery. And here I am, on the doorstep to one of the most beautiful cities on earth.
My constant no matter what happens. And when things seem so difficult and I can’t stop thinking and I wish I could get off the ride for just a minute – I can go outside and breathe and watch the city.