I’m not a morning person. Too bad, as occasionally I experience the hope and beauty of day’s first light and realize what I’m missing.
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The weather was gloomy, the skies dark and grey, the pavement of the road wet and shiny.
Through the steady drops of rain on my windshield and the back and forth swish of my wipers I noticed a panicked commotion in the road ahead as I came around a corner in the highway. 291 more words
It was pitch dark. I couldn’t see a thing and probably didn’t know what lay ahead. There was no sun, no moon, no street lamp. But there was probably a little hint of light from the imminent sunrise that guided me through the overgrown grasses. 496 more words