| Sun Rising Written by BtVslover |
| Authors notes: Ok anybody who is going to write and say I suck at poetry, save it, I'm well aware of that ~~~ Driving to work of a morning and I sigh, another day at work, looking out and up at the sky I notice for the first time the faintest of colour stroking the clouds in the dawn sky. Turning my head slowly I follow of the reaching fingers of light, watching the barley visible colour against the dark grey of clouds, grow into first a pale peach, and slowly into a full peach colour. Driving along I idly consider what would happen if I were to hold an actual peach up to the sky, would it blend in, to the point of invisibility? or would the sky be a darker or brighter peach colour. It's at times like this I vaguely recall in science class, it take 8 minutes for the sun's light to become visible to the human eye, and I think, that has to be the longest 8 minutes of a persons life. A minute passes as I drive along, and the pale peach colour that is gently lapping at the horizon grows to a gentle, warm orange, begins to make an a appearance were previously there had only been peach. Another minute And I watch fascinated as warm, gentle orange fingers, seemingly almost physical in appearance stretch out across the sky pushing back the dim and darkness of night. Another minute and again I find myself tracing those finger back to the horizon to find it a blaze of red and orange, almost as if somebody had lit the very clouds themselves ablaze with fire. Yet another minute and my tiny car seemingly tries to out distance the onset of Dawn, as I drive along doing kilometres and hour I know it a futile effort as the very light moves at millions of kilometres and hour. As yet another minute passes I look out the window at the traffic that surrounds me and I wonder if any of them can see the beauty that is beginning it's ascent into the sky, and I think surely they must see it. The sixth minute passes and the first touches of morning light can be seen in the distance, I fancy myself as I try and watch the light move along the ground and I laugh at my foolishness, a funny sound in the silent car. The second last minute see me exiting my car, and pushing the previous thoughts to the back of my mind, to be called upon tomorrow as I make the same trip to work that I make every day. As I walk into work itself the very dawn light that I have been watching from birth on the horizon through the minutes shines over my shoulder and I smile and thank who ever for yet another beautiful day, as I go about work. |
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