CHASING THE SUNRISE

Followed by sunrise, The trunk was hanging over town, and was interrupted only by the removed cock crows and occasional dog bark. She brought her jacket closer and felt the coolness subsided on her skin.

Today, she completed the first article on her mother's list:

Observing the sunrise from the Mountain Summit.

She looked over her shoulder at the house and saw her mother's childhood. Her father was still asleep, exhausted by the long journey and the weight of his own sadness. Jyoti was thinking about awake and asking her to come with her, but she told her that something was something she had to do on her own.

The road to the hill was not too far. The previous evening, she studied cards on her cell phone and followed the route her mother had once recorded. Veronica was always talking about these hills – how they felt small in the best way, how the wind felt their worries, and how it felt to stand on the edge of the world.

Jyoti wanted to feel that way too.

She put on her backpack belt and set off. The climbing of was steeper than I expected.

The path was injured by the smell of moist foliage soil filling the air, thick vegetation. Her shoes hit gravel and dirt as they carefully sailed down the narrow road. Bird Cheech Church, their melody blends with the rustling trees in the early breeze.

She took a break along the way and breath was aired. Her legs burned, but she refused to stop for a long time.

Your mother did that.

So that she can do it.

decided, and Jyoti pushed forward, using her hands to head towards the rocks as she climbed high. The higher it was, the more the sky began to change – creating a soft shade of narrow blue, lavender and pink.

She didn't have time anymore.

With the last thrust, she reached the top.

And then – she saw it.

The horizon stretches endlessly before her, breathtaking vastness of the gentle hills and valleys soaked in the golden glow of dawn. The sun was just beginning to climb slowly, spilling warm oranges and gold across the sky. Light as light as melted gold from all over the country sparkled, and the quiet magic touched everything.

Jyoti was there, in awe.

She had never seen anything more beautiful.

Tears stood in her eyes, but she did not wipe them out.

Met my mother.

What she felt.

Jyoti closed her eyes, the wind made her kiss her face, and the cold air wrapped around her like an embrace. Since Veronica's death, she has felt something different from sadness.

She felt a connection.

In her pocket she pulled out a paper crane – the one that folded last night just before she fell asleep. She carefully placed it on a flat rock, allowing his delicate wings to catch the wind.

"For you, mom," she whispered.

The wind carried away her words, and at that moment she knew – Veronica was here. Not her body, but the earth under her feet, in the sunrise, in the wind.

It was not alone.

And it's never the case.

Taking a deep breath, Jyoti returned to the path and was ready for the upcoming journey.