Letters From Home

Sunbreak
Sometimes, as I wake, there's this calmness. Whether it's from you or the morning sun, there's something hanging. It's in the air. It's in the rays that rays that escape the blinds. The dust that flies around in the sun's winding path. Today is just a day. There's no special night planned. No surprises I could think of. Just you and the morning Sun.

Tomorrow is just the same. Between the Sun and you, you're both a part of my morning ritual.

But on most days, today is just like yesterday, and yesterday is just like tomorrow. But not because the essence of our lives is monotonous.

I think we're like the sun with its sacred ritual. Reliable to be there every single day. 

Unending dedication to spreading its light with the wake of our circadian rhythms.

Life revolves around this ritual, filling my world with rays of light that find my way through the blinds.

Text, Music, and VO by Peter Xiong @cellobuddy