The chair creaks as my feet find the ground, muscles tensing to carry my shifting weight. I reach for my coat, sensing the distinct lack of warmth in the morning sun.

As the door opens, I inhale the crisp air, absorbing the light and energy of the morning. Little compares to the freshness of daybreak. Endless possibility lingers in the gentle light.

The grass dances and sparkles as the dew finds its way back to the earth. I stuff my hands into my pockets and watch my breath dissipate before me. Time to seize the day, I muse, Time to face the challenge. Time to find her.

One last deep, cool breath and off I shuffle, thinking only of Accilla.

The End

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