Note: guest blogger Yasuhiro Nikolai Shinozaki wrote this entry. He is an eleven-year-old novelist, and a Vermonter currently growing up in Charlottesville, VA.
When I first got this assignment, I wasn’t sure what to write about. So I sat looking out the window at the white blanket of clouds hanging above the green trees. It was 7:47 in the morning.
That’s when I got my idea I would write about just this morning. Nothing much big. Just the present moment.
I always liked mornings. There is always a new day ahead and nothing yet to regret. Everything seems new and bright: the sunlight marching through the window and the silence yet to be broken.
Other than nights it’s always been mornings and evenings people have time to sit around. Most time is consumed by actually doing stuff. So here I am waiting for the rest of my family to get up at now 8:05 in the morning.