Thursday, September 15, 2011
Sunrise shivers
In the earliest of mornings, the darkness fills the air before the dawn. Awakening to an unfamiliar chill, this body trembles, unaware that just beyond the horizon lies a sun-soaked salvation. Shivering for warmth and the hopes that friction sparks a fire, the heavy sky lifts it's head the the graying twilight. Even the world must contemplate the snooze button. But spinning on its surface, subjected to the resulting circadian influence, we too must make a final bow, shake the weariness from our eyes, and face the coming day.
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