Perched high in my favourite tree, I can't help but admire the beautiful sunrise we're having today.
Pity it's the day of my first real Reaping. I'm trying not to think about it, too much.
From all the way up here, I can see across the fields and orchards that make up District 11.
A mockingjay flutters out of the sky and perches next to me. I smile at him and whistle a simple tune; he pauses for a minute before repeating it happily. Soon, I'm surrounded by the mockingjay's song.
It's wonderful to hear them, today of all days.