I was standing there gazing adoring
ly out the front door, past the porch and into the morning
.. watching the sunrise, as I'm prone to doing whenever possible
. I was standing there, just admiring the orange'y pink glow
.. when an old red car drove past on the highway, which until that point had been quite desolate
. You see, I live in a neat little location on the edge of town
, but still far enough out that every window I look through has some sort of glorious plant life
When I saw the car drive by, I said "Slow down, you're missing it..
", and imagined what a conversation with the driver would have been like if he
had possibly heard me. (I'm not sure why, but I assumed the driver was male
, though I couldn't be sure..
", he'd ask, probably in an almost annoyed tone, depending on his state of mind
at the time.
"The morning..", I'd say in a somewhat "lost in thought
sort of voice.
"Nothing I haven't seen before", he'd mutter
as he drove off, tainting the beauty of the morning with exhaust
"But you might never see it again..", I'd whisper
, because it's true..
And he'd still look at the sunrise
and the glistening dew a little differently, driving much more slowly, because I'd reminded him to.. even if he acted so unconcerned in the moment we exchanged words
. I forget sometimes, too, that everything
being slowly bathed in the sun's glow can look so achingly beautiful
after a long night of sleepless thought