The seconds go by and nothing and no one dares to move. Everyone is looking forward to it. And when you least expect it, the first ray rises and allows the world to breathe. It is the only time of day when light and darkness shake hands and dance together, just for a few moments. The shadows fall behind the sun and project a world with form, but without essence. The clouds are stained with warm shadows and walk blindfolded, and the sun paints its canvas in colours known only by him. All that remains in the end is an image of infinity on which the bold orange of summer days and the flattering pink of rose petals spread quickly giving an impressive show. The cold breath of the wind falls on the ground and awakens to life everything it encounters.
Some people criticise the attempt to romanticize the sunrise, but how not to do it? It's everything you've ever wanted. The soul is intoxicated by a sweet thrill and the blood flows faster through the veins. It is the time of day when the most sincere words, the deepest regrets are whispered, and they are carried by the rays.
There is no more light, no more darkness, it is just a present that never returns. And the world continues its course without knowing the miracle that happens every morning.
Mara Suciu, XII C
