January sunshine

In January, the chill gradually subsides, restoring the clear sky as the last of the damp, humid days finally depart. The floors are no longer damp, and everything seems to have shed its soggy coats, donning the dry, light air of the new season. The sun rises early, its gentle, lemon-yellow rays drying the leaves. I step out onto the porch, embracing the first fresh rays of sunlight, taking a deep breath to fill my lungs with the crisp air, my heart blossoming with dreams of a gentle and pristine January sunshine.

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January sunshine – not dazzling or ostentatious, but quietly carrying the fragrance of the earth and sky, caressing the tender green shoots still shyly budding. In the stillness of the early morning, one seems to hear all things stirring and awakening with each rhythm of the sun's vibrant energy. Somewhere on the branches, the remaining dew drops catch the light, becoming sparkling and clear, like the innocent eyes of a child gazing at the world. The gentle January sun is like a thin silk ribbon fluttering in the breeze, softly descending upon the world in a golden, pure hue. In that gentle warmth, one encounters the ethereal, poetic atmosphere, where romance intertwines with every breath of nature to weave a pristine, vibrant appearance. Standing amidst nature at this moment, one suddenly feels life slow down, all the noise outside receding, giving way to a peaceful space that silently surrounds them. There's no moment more peaceful than a leisurely spring afternoon, when you slowly brew a pot of delicious tea, set out your familiar chess or Go board, and sit on the porch with a close friend, letting the sunlight fill the air as you share heartfelt stories.

The January sunshine not only rests on the branches and leaves but also rejoices in the weary eyes of my mother. For her, the sunshine is the source of life, the time when plants carefully gather the essence of the earth and sky, waiting for the day to bloom. Just by looking at the sun, we see before our eyes the fields in their prime, bursting with new shoots, my mother's garden bursting with the color of eggplant flowers, and the lush green potato fields. That light is like a sweet promise from nature, igniting hope for a bountiful harvest. The January sunshine is fragrant on the newly bloomed flowers, fragrant with the hope of fulfilling the unfulfilled dreams of the past year.

We have experienced many January sunshine seasons. For me, the January sun is the color of youth, vitality, and burning aspirations. A familiar color that cannot be named, present yet elusive. And whenever I think of the January sun, I feel as if I am hearing the stirring of my homeland…

NGOC LINH

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