Harvest

A harmonious wake-up to the melody of birds. Sun pouring through your window. Your arms and legs feel as new after the night´s rest, and you spring out of bed. Your very person radiates vitality. As you open the door to the garden a slight breeze embraces you, carrying the scent of a thousand plants in blossom. Life rushes into your body. You hear the laughter of all that must be happy in this very moment. Your gaze travels straight up, following the white dove that must´ve been right there. In this moment of clarity and truth, the world reminds you: It was not a dream. You may live again. Here, have an apricot. They are just done.

By the way, we´re harvesting the apricots in the backyard.