I sit watching god’s creatures of the night,
fleeing from the ever-approaching dawn.
A bright orange and red haze caresses the horizon.
Beyond this is the sun.
Slowly ever so slowly rising above the edge of the earth:
to explode into an orange ball of fire.
Sending a red-river of shimmering light across the water,
now it is dawn.
I can hear the cries of a seagull as it gracefully glides by me.
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