Today, I greeted dawn, reversing
the tradition established millennium ago.
I yawned and stretched, then sat
outside with a cup of coffee waiting
for the sun, much like a parent staying up
late to catch their teenage child
sneaking into the house after curfew.
I wasn’t expecting dawn when it came;
one moment the sky was a shade
of purple-black, the next it had a pink
tint to it. The sky looked like the insides
of a broiled salmon steak. The color
deepened into mixed hues of red and orange;
filling my eyes with wonder, my mind with peace.
A. J. Hayes
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