I wonder if I should be writing this at all. If I still have a right to, after all this time. Here goes, I've decided to not make up a plot before hand, or even think about what I'm about to write. I'm going to give myself 30 minutes to write about whatever and then post it. Today the word is dawn, and I will write about that.
The hour or two of dawn brings with it a rebirth, that might as well have swallowed the living world whole, and in that, ruptured it's feeble cloak of fortitude and substance.In that humble period of limbo, between the life and death of this new day, time is revealed, and our world is shamed and unfolded for what it really is. For when the cruel and magnificent night collapses into itself and pleads with the day for it's own life, and when the day blazes to life like fire catching to the skies, you know that change is upon us. This struggle ends far too soon, and then it starts.When the trees, and birds and clouds and earth come slowly back into visibility, slowly yet too fast for the world to see the sun flip through the pages of it's surroundings.Just before everything stops, and when the mode of conversion is at it's fastest and most inevitable, the entire universe screams. Whether in welcome or protest, it matters not. Then the sun lands in it's spot above the sky, and it's so bright,so brilliant, and so incredibly final.When the day arrives, there is no memory of the night before it, or the day before that, or any moment of time before this one,which seems to exist on it's own, as it always has. This moment which is Time's greatest device.
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| Dawn is beautiful. |
The hour or two of dawn brings with it a rebirth, that might as well have swallowed the living world whole, and in that, ruptured it's feeble cloak of fortitude and substance.In that humble period of limbo, between the life and death of this new day, time is revealed, and our world is shamed and unfolded for what it really is. For when the cruel and magnificent night collapses into itself and pleads with the day for it's own life, and when the day blazes to life like fire catching to the skies, you know that change is upon us. This struggle ends far too soon, and then it starts.When the trees, and birds and clouds and earth come slowly back into visibility, slowly yet too fast for the world to see the sun flip through the pages of it's surroundings.Just before everything stops, and when the mode of conversion is at it's fastest and most inevitable, the entire universe screams. Whether in welcome or protest, it matters not. Then the sun lands in it's spot above the sky, and it's so bright,so brilliant, and so incredibly final.When the day arrives, there is no memory of the night before it, or the day before that, or any moment of time before this one,which seems to exist on it's own, as it always has. This moment which is Time's greatest device.
