The Break of Dawn

...and find banana bread drizzled with caramel. Melted. Sticky. Sweet. Delicious.

Silver glistening fog blanketing the damp brown earth.
Darkness.
Silence.
But for the gentle wind streaming it's fingers through the leaves of the trees.
A barely audible whisper.
Like the prelude to dawn.
A change in the Darkness.
Still, silent, but no longer foreboding.
There's life in it.
Silent, but true.

Then, a muscle twitches.
The first break of dawn.
Leaves on the trees now visible in the shadows.
The wind gathers in intensity, building up to the crescendo.
And then in a flash of colors strewn across the length of the cloudy sky:
The Crescendo.

All life bursts free!
The wind filling the forest with it's woodwind melody.
The rhythm in hustle and bustle of little creatures.
The birds singing along in harmony.
And as each part comes together in this brilliantly orchestrated symphony,
the sun breaks through the clouds in the horizon.
He smiles.


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