All is still. Darkness is surrounding me, but it is a good kind of dark. A few crickets still chirp, remembering the night. I sit in solitude. All is quiet, Peaceful, calm. It happens slowly, just as the minute point makes it around the clock. Slivers of color appear, then the top of a fiery ball. The atmosphere is no longer dark and uninhabited, but full of color and vibrancy. Birds chirp, leaves rustle, blossoms open again. It is as if the world is reawakening, pulling back her covers. All is alive, ready for what the day holds. _______________________________________________________________ Thanks for reading! The real question is this: is the picture a sunrise or a sunset? Comment below!
