The Day
I sit up in the morning before day breaks and watch it come alive. I sit and listen to music, and watch it begin, the way it does every other day. I think about what lay ahead, not what lays behind. I enjoy the peace and calm before the tempest that will be the day, a day that will be both too long and too short, and wait with gilded anticipation for the dawning of the next one.
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