when the alarm rings again,
and I prepare for the day ahead
just the same as I used to do,
but now when I step outside
the fuchsia sun is already over
the uneven edge of the horizon,
climbing steadily higher in the sky
and casting a soft light on the land
after six months of starting a day
when the air is heavy with darkness,
shrouded in stars,
and almost ready to begin.
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