Sunday, March 18
He sat marvelling at the precise beauty of the sunrise. The cold winter morning air wheezed out of his lungs condensing into little smoke clouds as he stared at the horizon. The colors bled into the sky. Shades of orange and pink that he didn't even know names for, maybe they had none. He heard the birds pipe up one after the other. The trees swayed gently in the early morning breeze. The dark of the sky was penetrated and swept out with dainty brush strokes. The air became colder as the sun came into view. Not with the blazing warmth of summer but the more distant, offended brightness of winter. She seemed to disdainfully pick up the sweep of her multicolored skirts and hunch her shoulder at the world. "I want nothing to do with you", she seemed to say with a sniff. He felt a sudden burst of happiness in his heart. Promises of adventure. Stirrings of hope. Today, anything was possible. If the sun could step over the earth's horizon with such effortless ease how could anything be too difficult? He would conquer the earth today. He would make himself a better man. He would be worthy of the chirping birds, the chattering squirrels. He would show the world who he was. He stood up, bursting with purpose. Stooping to pick up his ragbag and holding the fluttering tatters of his shirt together against the cold wind, he shuffled off down the street.