Revolution

The lazy clouds painted against the azure sky from the days of the Before were tainted in her memories. As she bent her neck upwards to look up, she remembered their innocent faces that once beamed with passion underneath the blue covering that hung as a protective curtain above them. The air tasted different then — the wind didn’t blow the same, the sun didn’t shine the way it did now.

A story rumbled from deep within their chests. The energy, vigour and courage of their youth is what created the Now that once could only be dreamed of. Seeds unsown — they were brave enough to dream & be. #MYA