The Breath of the Dawn

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She takes the last steps before the crest of the lofty mountain. Her feet ache from the journey that was longer and more difficult than she had anticipated; Boots that she hadn't walked in before are now worn and marked by the miles of difficult terrain that she traveled to come up here. 

higher...

Beckoned at first by a soft whisper upon the mist that rose around her when at the last light of yesterday, now her eyes strain forward, fiercely set toward the light up ahead. Her steps slow then stop to observe the destination she has found. There is no earth beyond the place she stands, no path to walk onward, only a sharp precipice that looms over the trackless expanse ahead.

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She comes out upon the furthest point where the wind meets her with a sudden rush. She closes her eyes as it moves over her, recalling the trail that now lies behind. Her heart remembers when she reached the place that she thought the end would be, only to find another mile beyond. Then another.

 

Moments now stand as monuments marking the places she had grown faint, having gone as far as she knew she could go, but then she went further. The bruises on her feet ache with a reminder of the cost she paid to come up here, but behind her now is a story written in a thousand steps that have become the words for the song that plays in her heart as the wind sings its melody over it all. she couldn't hear it before. but she can hear it now. from here.

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The cool mist pours out from around her and spills over the edge of the mountain to fill the space between where she stands and everything beyond. The sharp pangs of injury begin to fade as her gaze is captivated by the light as it rises from the horizon and begins to dance upon the breath of the morning.

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The same breath beckoned her at the start and that carried her through the night; that covered and protected her, making her pass through places she could have never gone alone. When she couldn’t see its form, she felt its gentle movement tugging her forward.

Higher. ​

It was in the mist whirling around her that stirred her senses when she ran out of courage and nudged her back gently when her feet ached and her heart fainted within her; The breath that was more eager than she was to meet the morning.

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And it is here that it has found its destination; not in the green pasture she had hoped to find, but just here; arriving to rest upon the unsearchable chasm before her. The once unseen vapors now radiantly revealed by the Light, the two collide in the perfect synchrony of time; now, in the light of the new morning, she can see the substance of what had drawn her and compelled her through the climb to greet the dawn's arrival.

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Now there are no further steps to take, and no path to follow; But she has found the place where Breath meets Light and the two greet one another in a long-awaited, loving embrace, so close and so entwined there is no separation between the two. The Light has found its place to rest on the Breath that has its substance only in its radiance.

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She inhales deeply and feels Breath once again her fill her lungs and the deeper places, enlivening the senses that were dimmed by the night, and restoring vitality to her tired bones. In a moment, she is strong again.

 

The Light fills her eyes and warms her skin, kissing the scars from the places the journey cut through her. The torn places begin to tingle and mend. In a moment, she is healed. 

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She has come to the top of the mountain, The place she was always meant to go; Where the journey of yesterday ends, and where tomorrow begins; Where Breath meets Light. Where there is no back, and only one way forward.

 

Wrapped in Light, Held by Breath,

“It’s time to fly.”

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