Sunlight

The buttercup yellow rays of sunlight filter through the windows, hitting the dusty marley floor in soft, scattered patterns. Dreamy, almost ethereal warmth reflects throughout the room as the gentle hum of the empty studio invites me in. The mirrors, still cool to the touch, catch the early morning light and transform the warm yellows into pale, serene blues The silence is precious, broken only by the quiet rustle of my clothes and the squeak of my shoes as I roll out my muscles. This time feels sacred—a time where the world outside begins to stir, but here, the moments are captured like snapshots. Through the window, I catch faint silhouettes of people moving through the streets, hurrying towards their morning coffee shops before the rush of coworkers begins. The wooden barres lining the walls seem to glow in the sunlight, warm and honey colored against the stark, pristine white of the walls. They wait, silent witnesses to hours of practice while the air carries a faint, familiar scent of rosin–a comforting mix that feels like home. As I stretch, my reflection in the mirror becomes my company, the soft light hitting my movements like a watercolor painting. The studio seems to hold its breath, promising of the energy and that will fill it soon enough. For now, it is mine.