I stare as if this dawn is the first to ever peak over the horizon
I am in awe, light stretching over the earth without warning, yet always on time
Vivid orange brightens the sky one wouldn’t know was blue
The shadows turn from identical charcoal to trees of harvest red, yellow, orange
The evergreens retain their constant color but today, somehow, they appear deeper
A bird joins me by the door which is my looking glass
I wonder if the first humans felt this way, this in touch which their indescribable surroundings
The clouds add to the magnificence, parting way like cotton as the sun rises and grows
My tired body aches yet yearns to see this sight a little more often
The
quick but still presentation of the orange that somehow signals warmth
thicker than the mercury in a glass, warmth that stills the heart and
mind
In the blink of an eye, brightness consumes the window-paned walls and my eyes turn away as my pupils shrink
Light penetrates the water and creates a reflection of dancing shadows on the opposing walls
The room takes the characteristic of a giant glass prism that myself and other early risers occupy
The dawn is my welcome to the morn we beat to rising
