you wait in the silence of the early morning
for the sunrise.
for the sky to be painted a symphony of color,
ribbons of brilliant god, rich purple, ravishing red,
as the first glimmer of light slips over the horizon,
you savor the memories of yesterday and weeks and years past,
a lifetime of sunrises condensed into one moment.
you fear for a second
that it cannot possibly be more spectacular than yesterday's.
but it is better.
it exceeds anything and everything you could've ever remembered,
you are left breathless in these seconds of
but soon the spectacle has passed,
and you can do nothing but wait for tomorrow
for another breath of magic.
photography by me.