Sunrise

Moving East, driving into the sunrise as the suns' rays cut into the inky black of night. First gray, then purple, then the purple is held only by the clouds as the sky warms into reds, oranges, and yellows and the sun slides over the horizon to usher in a new day. The beauty of it is overwhelming, and as I watch this natural beauty my thoughts turn to you. I think of you as the new day comes through the window, shining onto the edge of the bed, gliding across your bare shoulder and touching lightly on your face before continuing on into the room, leaving you to your restful slumber. You, for your part, do not turn, do not avoid the light, you continue to breathe the slow, steady breath of a deep, undisturbed sleep. Your lips curl in a gentle smile, as if the sun’s rays have made their way into your dreams, causing the beauty you hide within to blossom into that small gesture that could stop a man in his tracks. It is a gesture that could mean angelic serenity or devilish desires. This smile is what I think of as I continue east and away from you, away from your smile, and into the dawn of a new day.