Sunrise These Days

2024.09.28
Good morning that wonderful way.

Onto the day.

Heavy dreams. Deep sleep.

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We go at each day, sometimes auto-pilot takes over.
Sometimes every next step forced.
Sometimes we live with love.
Sometimes we yearn for it.
Sometimes.
Sometimes.

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Sunrise comes later these days. A sure sign of Autumn.

The trees start to show colors.

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A celebration of life,
A trumpet of death.

The colors of death cover the world to prepare it for new life.

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How could we ever build anything without color?

The trees store it up and send it down. More integral to a soil's health than any fertilizer.

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Sometimes you want the sunrise.

If you've been up all night it's a spectacle to look forward to.
If the day promises to be a good one, you look forward to it.

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Our relationship to each sunrise is our relationship to the state of Hope in our lives.

Today I look forward to it.

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What's taking so long sunshine?

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+he Ghos+

S. Wynn

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