The Morning Sun

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The Morning Sun Carmen Wientjes Oil on board London, 2020

I take in the golden sun as I go for my morning run. I observe the city. Quiet streets, a few strangers around. Still subcluded, bathing in the morning light.

I take in the golden sun as I go for my morning run. Light falling on my skin, sun low on the horizon. Wind caresses my face as headwind is trying to push me back. As the sun smiles at me, I increase in speed.

In that moment of greeting the sun, for the first time once again,

Time stands still. I become most aware of the changes around me. How the night has disappeared in the rise of the morning, how the darkness and stars have transformed into the brightest blue sky, how the sun rays are already disappearing since turning a corner. Constant change in the constance.

I take in the golden sun as I go for my morning run. My knees heavy, grounding me. As the sun smiles at me, my heart raises.

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The Morning Sun; a painting and accompanying words were submitted to Bnieuws by Carmen as contribution for Colours. Interested in contributing to a future edition? Contact us at our email: bnieuws-bk@tudelft.nl.