The joy that comes with the new sunrise is taken for granted these days, and like all things, something new and exciting should always be enjoyed to it's fullest. The start of a new day, the start of a new life, new beginnings... All the spark to the day.
The sun is up, for what seems like an eternity, and we walk underneath it, oblivious to the light around us, and upon us. Only when the sun does begin to wane, do we suddenly realize what we are losing.
When the sun touches the horizon, we know the darkness beckons, and yet we cling... to the fiery remains of the torch of daylight. We sniff after the bliss that only the light can bring, and yet, as with all things, save death and stupidity, it must come to an end.
The last wedge of light buries itself forever, we are left in the darkness, wondering if and when the sun will come to us again. That day will never return, but a new one is yet to be born.
So we sit, and wait, in the dark. Many of us will rise to greet the sun when it returns. A few will have to wait longer for the graceful light to play upon their eyes. One will forever remain in the darkness, wondering why the light does not come.
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