As the sun rises.

18 Jul

I watch as a bright orb slowly makes its way over the mountaintop, and I would call it yellow, or gold, but I see that it is too unjust for me to confine that light that gives us life to a single color.

As it rises, a tingly feeling bubbles up inside me, a warmth and contentedness from the pit of my stomach, and a tingling electricity from my heart to my limbs to the tip of my fingers.

 

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