“Instead, I try to adjust to the dawn, letting the tears fall where they may, because it is morning; it is morning and there is so much to see.”
“And when I wake, the room is white with the morning sun. The light is so bright it hurts my eyes. But I don't dare close them. I won't. Instead, I try to adjust to the dawn, letting the tears fall where they may, because it is morning; it is morning, and there is so much to see.”
“Because it is morning, it is morning, and there is so much to see.”
“Till morning dawned I was tossed on a buoyant but unquiet sea, where billows of trouble rolled under surges of joy.”
“Let every dawn of morning be to you as the beginning of life, and every setting sun be to you as its close.”
“Hey," I whisper when his eyes open. His irises are almost hidden, the early morning dawn darkening them, but as they watch me, I know I could so easily fall into them and never leave.”