Dawn of a New Day

A picture prompt from https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/category/what-do-you-see/ this week.

I stand at the tip of the ocean, my arms wide, to welcome the sea breeze back to shore. There is something comforting about freshness of the air, as it hits my sleeveless arms. Spring, surpasses winter, and each cold morning is now starting to thaw.

This moment, a second of my time, and I wonder where life will take me.

What I do know for sure is that I need to be living my life without fear. To start a new day, as a new start. Not being able to see the redness of the dawn, or dusk, but able to feel the warmth from the sun, or the sand sinking beneath my toes. The call of a seagull, or the swish of the sea, as it drifts away from my bare feet.

Arms wide, I welcome the new day, with a renewed sense of life. As each day drifts to a close, I can say goodbye, knowing the day will return.

I walk back, allowing the grains of sand to show me when I am near the steps. I flick open my white cane, move it forward until I hit that step. I am sure I will be safe, that using it as I would my eyes is a way of surviving in a new, colourless environment.

Today, as the sun rises to greet the sky, the colder air merges with a warmth. A new start for me, but I’m not scared any more. As with each step, I will be able to be me again. I can hear the hum of Mum’s car – she is going with me to choose a guide dog.

I’m not sure who I will choose, just that one day his name is going to be Merlin.

A magical name for a dog, who will let me live independently.

In the dark, but with his, or her eyes, I can be me again. To work, be part of life’s ultimate plan and not to be scared of making mistakes. I will make them, but also learn from them.