Burning Sunrise

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It was still dark out. The sound of cicadas masked the rustling of our careful steps on the grass.

As I was maneuvering across the grassy earth, I felt his grip on my hand tighten. “We’re almost there,” he whispered as he turned to me. I could see the sparkle in his eyes as he joyously led me to his secret hideaway. He had long told me about this spot, his favorite place to watch what he dubbed as the “burning sunrise.”

He quickened his pace, and he soon brought me to a little clearing by the river. I let go of his hand and took a deep breath, enjoying this moment in nature. The familiar scent of the pine trees filled my lungs as I listened to the rush of the waters.

“Come, the hour approaches,” he said, a smile ringing in his voice. He sat on the ground and pat the earth next to him. I followed suit, excited.

Soon enough, dawn broke. A gentle light slowly permeated through the darkness of the night. After a few more minutes, a dazzling array of pinks and oranges flooded the horizon. The waters shone with its lovely reflection, making it seem like the sunrise was dipping its toes in the rushing river.

“It’s beautiful,” I murmured in awe.

“Yes, you are.”

I blushed, and he cupped my face lovingly. Our lips touched as the darkness left the sky, and the horizon exploded with color.

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Image source: reddit.com/r/Art/comments/7nptnw/burning_sunrise_watercolor_9x12/
First written January 3, 2018.
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