The Witness
Just like every day before, she patiently waits for the show to begin. Standing in complete silence, only broken by the splash of waves, she deeply breathes in the salty, pristine ocean air while sinking her toes into the warm, soft, welcoming sand.
The entire world is sleeping; nothing and no one are there to disturb the peace and serenity. The calm voices of nature whisper through the tree leaves and murmur in the ocean ripple, anxious for the morning light.
Soft, pink streaks begin to emerge across the endless horizon. Pastel green and tangerine orange appear simultaneously. Colors continue to appear until an entire rainbow of color decorates the morning sky. Black silhouettes of two sleek birds soar across the sky, enhancing the vibrant spectrum spread before them.
The arch of the sun gleams off the water, bright and fiery orange, and the colors painted in the sky subdue as they pay homage to the glowing giant creeping out from its hiding place below the horizon. As the sun continues to rise on its journey to claim its rightful place, the colors eventually bow in submission and fade away into a muted blue.
Unfathomable: habitually similar, yet, undoubtedly unique.
An intruding horn blares, an unpleased car screeches. The world awakens, oblivious to the majestic beauty of the morning. It doesn’t matter though, she will be here tomorrow, as its witness, just like every day before.
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