I wish you could have woken up with me at 5:30 this morning. A red sky is one thing, but today, the air itself was red. It drew me outside to sit in the blood stained stillness, the sky was filled with the torn dark tropical clouds that one sees before a terrible storm.
Sadly, or perhaps it is a good thing, that as the night-morning grew old on the red seemed to be absorbed into trees and bushes, yielding to the clear air to a large extent as the breeze picked up steadily and the frightening colors of dawn yielded to another morning just in time for non insomniacs to wake up and share Wednesday morning with me.
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