Awakening

As dawn unfurls its golden wings, the world whispers anew, each leaf uncurling, breathes in the fragrance of hope.

Birds in the branches burst forth in jubilant song, a celebration of life’s return, reminding us of the delicate balance woven into every moment.

Sunbeams penetrate the mist, dancing with the dew, a symphony of light spills onto the canvas of earth, a tender stirring.

In this awakening, we find our own rebirth, a chance to connect, to the pulse beneath the surface, a promise found in the whispers of the wind.

— Umberto Boccioni

• Umberto Boccioni