Chemin de Roses

I open my eyes in the half-light of my room and see, through the open window, the sun pointing at the tip of his nose. The day dawns and I have only one desire: to venture into the garden... This morning, the grass is dressed in dew. The freshness of the air surrounds me and I smell the scent of Mom's favorite flowers. Almost on tiptoe, I push the little wooden gate and enter the rose garden. Behind me, the house is still asleep...