The sky cracked open at dawn

I was out checking the cold frames when the clouds split—just a single, clean tear across the east. Not stormy, not even dark. Just light pouring through like it had been waiting all night. I stood there in my boots, half-asleep, and thought: that’s how a day should begin. Not with noise, but with something almost sacred. Then I remembered I still hadn’t fed the chickens. The world doesn’t care about your awe.