The First Ray of the Morning Sun

By Ms. Jieling Liu, Guest Writer

There are people in this world who know us better than ourselves. If we're lucky, they enter to our lives like the first ray of the morning sun through the window and interfere with our cosmic omnipotence. For years, I tirelessly kept light from entering my window. Darkness was the strange garment with which I sensed familiar shapelessness.

Very recently, that ray of morning sun shined through my old dying self in worn down garment as if it were to intentionally counteract the upcoming winter, so gently and so bright - felt a missing heartbeat, followed by tears and a tightened fist, as a response. But when that ray of morning sunlight came through me, it in fact didn't ask for a response, it just wanted to allow me to finally, proceed. This incident upended my long engrained ill understanding of the love-trauma spectrum, in fact, it was so altered, that it was almost unrecognizable to me.

A whale sang echoing the bay with a gentle melody.