the first rays stream in, from a gleaming realm beyond the mountains and above the skies, over and between the tall buildings, and the glittering domes that radiate across the horizon, streaming into my eyes
the first moments of day are a gift, silent, still, lonely, intimate, like a secret tryst between me and the sun, a precious moment stolen from the busy, tiring, hectic ordeal to come
the sun streams in and falls on my face granting warmth and consciousness. it gives me myself, there in the first kindle of light, before the day swoops in and takes me away again from me, and sacrifices me to duties and commitments and exigencies that kill slowly and completely, over the course of a year, a decade, a life
