Dawn

From the archives...
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With a cup of tea in her hands, she opened the drapes covering the passage to the balcony. It wasn't morning yet. Just a faint glow was visible, foretelling the onset of the daily wonder, the breaking of dawn.

She got outside onto the balcony to watch this drama unfold. She had seen it a number of times before but since she liked watching the sun slowly appear and spread its light all around, here she was early in the morning looking at nature's canvass again.

"Brrr,....its cold" she thought. She drew her dress closer and sipped her tea.

This pre dawn cold is different. It washes the slumber away and refreshes the mind.

A gentle breeze played with her hair strands.

Out far there, the gentle orange had spread. It was seeking to wipe out the black sky. And slowly light was expanding its domain. It was the end of a night and the beginning of a new day.

She was looking at all this with great intent. She failed to notice him behind. Suddenly she felt his arms around her waist. He was there to join her and watch this spectacle.

They spoke nothing, not even looked at each other. Both looked at the skyline, at the unfolding drama. The play of colours, the birth of light, the soft cold breeze and the silence of the night being replaced with the day's activity filled their senses.

And of course they had each other too.
It was a new day.

(c) Deapesh.

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