morning dew

[Woodstock]

'walk me out in the morning dew
walk me out in the morning dew, Momma...'

And she did. It was early in the morning, about half past five. The sun was just about to rise, but had not quite appeared. I prepared to leave this house, my house, where I had lived for so long.
My Momma accompanied me to the gate. As we walked, she whispered softly to me about all the flowers that would open when the sun came to shine upon them. I looked around and saw green plants, wet with dew in the grey morning light, and I thought: how can I ever leave?
My backpack had started to weigh down already. Suddenly I felt tired. "Momma," I said, "Mom, I can't leave. I just can't go. Please, Momma, let me stay."
She just looked at me. Shook her head. "No," she whispered. "No, my dear. And don't act like a child. You are nineteen years old and the world is waiting for you."
We had reached the gate. With one hand on it, I turned to look at her for the last time. She kissed me on the cheek and I opened the gate.
"Say goodbye to Pop from me, Momma."
"Yeah, I will. Now go, or you'll miss your train."
"I love you, Mom."
"I love you too."
Then I turned away from her, hoping I would not burst into tears. I didn't look back when walking down the road, to the railway station.
The sun rose. I could see the sky go pink in the east, then gold, and then this tiny ray of light peeped over the horizon. I watched it grow bigger as I walked, bigger and broader and brighter until I had to close my eyes against the light.
There were plants and trees along the road, with dew on them. I saw the tiny dewdrops shimmer in the sun, like so many diamonds.
So this is the world, I thought. And then: no, this can't be all there is to the world, just the fields and the sun and some plants with dew on them...
I raised my head and longened my strides. In the distance I could see the railway station.
Watch out, world, I thought. Here I come.

[stroopwafel]

very nice bekend onderwerp maar verder goed gedaan..