Dawn



Normally I am not a nostalgic romantic about the dawn. In actuality it ignites fear and panic in me. I think it might have something to do with staying up late. The dawn was my signal that I had stayed up (or out) too late.

I also hate getting up at dawn, or anytime when it is still somewhat dark. But I enjoyed this one. Perhaps because I was on my own time in no rush or no panic. Perhaps because the light was a comforting glow of pink rather that a spooky blue. Perhaps I won't mention whether this was at he start or the end of my day.

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