The first day morning arrives with a gentle hush—birds chirping in the distance, sunlight filtering through half-drawn curtains, and the world still wrapped in soft anticipation.
There is something sacred about this hour. It carries no burdens of yesterday, nor the weight of tomorrow. Only the promise of now, clean and unmarked like an empty page.
In this moment, everything feels possible. The air is fresh, the mind is clear, and the heart beats with quiet hope. This is where beginnings are born—not with fanfare, but with silence and intention.