Mornings are always solemnly beautiful. Like a serene blanket of morning sunlight has been carefully draped over the sky, anticipating the waking people. But we are not one of those people. We are one of the fortunate to witness the whole thing, as the night elapses into the morning, as if it's our own little private showing of the gradual process of the changing sky, barely seen by those with their eyes shut. Barely even seen by those with their eyes open.
again, i think a really pretty animation would capture the writing best, with a manly poetic voice over the top?
Created: Jul 20, 2010ana_12 Document Media