the morning

It smelt like camp this morning.
I deliberately took slow paces as I walked to the college. It was as if it would all slip away if I rushed - like water falling through your grip. The calm, the birds, the crisp smell of fresh green in the morning after the rain.
Everything in me did not want the moment - morning - to move on. I would have stood out there forever. The beauty of it stopped me; calmed me, saddened me, took away my masks and slid right into my soul. It revealed the pain, the hurt, the stubbornness and fear.
Sometimes beauty hurts.