I remember how the birds sang when it was five in the morning and the stars were still visible.
I remember when I tiptoed out, trying to be as light on my feet as humanly possible.
I remember how the chill of winter seeped through my sweater onto my shivering skin.
I remember how my pet barked and the sound echoed into the dewy dawn.
I remember how my eyes adjusted to the dark, and my skin to the cold.
I remember when my feet on the gravel made me cringe.
I remember how the warmth of my blanket seemed like welcoming arms.
I remember running up to the terrace
I remember seeing the sun paint the sky with the color of beginnings.
I remember the day I snuck out to see the sunrise.
I remember what it felt like to be ten
I remember what it feels like to be mesmerized by the beauty.
I remember, because these winter mornings, I still am.