I can't remember the last time I watched the sunrise. It's surprizingly hard to just stand and watch and not try to think of other things. I listen to the restless ducks cry out to one another and it sounds like a good belly laugh. They wake the geese who honk their displeasure with odd harmonies. Silence and feathers gradually settle again and the cold wraps around me just outside the warm layer of my down jacket. The cold air feels sharp on my cheeks. I wait. The color has shifted slightly. The clouds have re-arranged themselves in new patterns. A layer of ice fog lifts slowly off a distant field. Cars drive by. Do they wonder what I am doing? Let them wonder. I feel foolish for a moment. No, I feel impish and I smile at my impulsive adventure. I feel like a kid, like a tourist, seeing with new eyes. A gull drifts slowly through the vista. I try to imagine the earth as it turns toward the sun. Suddenly I realize that the light has shifted again. It looks entirely new...and beautiful.
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