its always that time of year. that time of week. that time of the day. when the first light breaks the dark of night. the gold in the horizon. struggling to break free. desperate to dispell the gloom of the night. the hour where hope is renewed. the moment when you look up, out and you feel loved. the moment when there seems to be purpose. when everything looks pure. when new life awakens. when the world is innocent. the moment when you look at the world through a child's eyes and see only good. when even shadows have colour. when you hug yourself. smile at nothing in particular. feel joy, simply because. feel at peace. feel right.

sigh.