12 hours on shift. 4.5 hours on the road. Drenched to the bone and worn thin by the miles. π§οΈ
Between road closures, knee-deep flooding, and necessary diversions, I huddled under a bus shelter just minutes from home. Then, the sky began to break. For the first time since we moved to this neighborhood, I stood still long enough to witness the sun rise. π

I was looking for a dry place to hide, but I found a front-row seat to a new beginning. My first sunrise here wasn’t met on a balcony with a coffee; it was met in a bus shelter, soaked and tired, yet perfectly timed.
Shine found me exactly where I was forced to stop. Exhausted? Yes. But I guess it was a beautiful day after all. πβ¨
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