Sunrise
I awoke early that morning. The fog still hung low over the lake. The sun rising slowly over the mountains. While the morning dew still held it’s place on each blade of grass. Millions of tiny diamonds reflecting the sun; scattering its light in all directions. The birds chirped there songs in the distance. Letting all the world know the morning had arrived, and the world was once again free from the darkness night held. Shadows crept back.
The amber light of the sun Shot high into the air obscured by an overcast grey sky. Everything was once again coming alive with energy. Every breath in this morning paradise was a pleasure. The crisp fall air filling my lungs with its sting; only to be released again as a obscure fog. The leaves on the ground crunched heavy under my footsteps. Some still held the place on the trees blowing in the wind. The colours were transformed from there usually peaceful, placid green into an absolute passion of fire. Reds, oranges, yellows & browns. Exploded on every branch. When finally it came their time they fall to the ground. There they would rest until they returned their nutrients to the soil. The water of the lake lapped gently against the rocks that broke its surface.
A small stream flowed into the lake causing ripples and bubbles to form at its mouth. The sun was higher now. Melting away the fog that had once held thick over the lake. The surface in the middle of the lake was as smooth as glass. A mirror for the sky and sun to enjoy their own splendor in. The dew was fading quickly off the grass. I knew this feeling couldn’t last forever. In a short while all this splendor would melt away in the advance of the day. For this was a rare beauty. One that could only be viewed for a certain amount of time on certain days where all the forces of nature came together to paint pictures on the very canvas of the earth & sky. Something must be given up to enjoy beauty like this. Whether it be time for something else, or sleep we all crave. Beauty such as this comes at a personal cost.
Anyone can afford such a price; if they are willing to. Everyday we are given time, no matter how we choose to spend it. It will never come back. Each second ticks by only once, and each second we can spare must be enjoyed to the fullest. Such beauty cannot be captured by any modern means. Only mere phantoms of their former beauty can be held onto. Pictures fail to express the beauty that an early morning sunrise is. After all they only have a thousand words. Even this tribute to their splendor falls pitifully short of expressing what all your senses can feel when fully allowed to. Mere words can only cast images into our imaginations. How could they be expected to conjure up all the works of nature. A novel wouldn’t tell the story of a sunrise; that nature could tell in but a few minutes. Enrobed in all its beauty. One should stand humbled that one stands in such a world at all.
Category: Short Stories
