Ever since I was young, I have loved watching the sun come up.

That time when it is dark and then light makes it's return. Slowly at first. Whispers of dawn. And then you look and the birds are awake and the dew is on the grass and the world is alive again.

When you sleep past that, you don't realize how magical the world can be.

I've always dreamed of having someone watch it with me. Quietly. We'd sit, hand in hand, saying no words to disrupt the beginnings of a new day and the promise of what could be.

Then we'd go take a nap.

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