Tiredness comes in tides, heavy waves crashing down, flowing back until finally they begin to recede, leaving behind renewed awareness along with the assurance of their return.
The only times I've watched sunrise have been nights like this one, staying awake just because. From Trevor's back porch I can see the trees slipping into the orange-tinted mist, and the mist into a darkness that cracks and melts with all the haste of a glacier.
I wonder, now that I've started to detach, just a little, from a year's worth of hopes and memories. Whether I'll ever find anything like what I thought this was. Whether I can settle for less. How soon I can begin to rebut doubts like those.
Coppery rays are joining the leaden glow. Anybody can be a god with colors like these shining against them.
posted on Tuesday, June 29, 2004
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