Going to Be Born

A muffled hum, a lullaby of blood, a gentle, pulsing wave. Warmth like a silken sea, swallowing, cradle and cocoon. Light, a shifting dream, a world beyond, soft as spun wool. Tiny limbs, curled tight, seeking rhythm, an unknown dance. The pressure, a symphony of pushes, a grand crescendo. Then, a sudden rush of cold. Air, crisp and sharp, a gasp, a cry, a bursting into being. Eyes, blurry at first, then focusing, on the kaleidoscope of colours: sunlight, a shimmering halo, a face, a moonlit smile. The universe, an explosion of sensations: textures, scents, sounds weaving a symphony. A tiny hand, reaching out, to grasp, to hold, to connect. Heartbeats a synchronised symphony. This life, a chorus of beginnings, unfolding in a breathtaking aria.