Compartment 114
Compartment 114
Charlie
Fly the plane
Crack of Dawn

Crack of Dawn

A Story by Hazy Sights
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An insight on the time of day we rarely get a chance to enjoy.

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Staying up until 5 AM in the morning isn't quite what it seems like. 
If you were to share with someone the fact that you'd stay up all morning just to see the sun rise, they would conclude you crazy. There is just something so settling and special about the dawn. Everyone is sound asleep in their quiet rooms, the streets are empty with nothing but the speaking trees. Maybe what makes it so special is the thought of how innocent the city is when it isn't populated by swarms of people from all over the world with all kinds of priorities for the day. Those of us who rush through the city to get things done, and those of us who just seem to think they own the street. What is it like without them? 
Take a look outside your little window. What do you take notice of? Is it the void? The fresh breeze of air? What about the speaking trees? Oh yes, they seem to be filled with endless stories to share. If you take a closer look, they are the ones that are there on your daily day to day life. They are the ones that listen to every breath and every word you speak throughout your day. They keep in all your secrets you've told, keep hidden all the tears you've shed, and let's not forget the pointless rambles we've all had. Do you notice these things with one peek outside your bedroom window? Not likely. Those with keen eyes are the ones who take notice of these tiny specks of detail a naked eye wouldn't take note of. What truly makes the crack of dawn so special, is when you idle the empty streets. It makes you feel free. Almost like you own the world, like it is created with your very own fingers. There wouldn't be any expectations on how to behave or look like,  no demands, no tasks of the day. It's all yours. 
Soon after you've explored your new city you've never gotten a chance to seek, you might be just in time to witness a beautiful burst of light in the sky. The one where it starts just above the ragged buildings, then starts to slowly but surely make it's way to the top of your head. It is filled with a breathtaking ray of colors, ranging from blue, to light pink, and maybe even orange and yellow. Some might call this the sun rise. Most of us don't get the chance to see for ourselves, not when we are comfortably and happily sound asleep. You can choose to stay in that position. Or you can choose to see a little more than what you see on a daily basis. Take your pick.
 I choose to see the crack of dawn, because I appreciate and love the sight of it. Absolutely stunning and breathtaking in my opinion. Want to see for yourself? Feel the fresh air on your own skin, breath it in your own lungs and take a look at the sky. Then I can safely assume you've seen the most you can. You could even tell me what you think.  Do you choose to stay in bed? Or do you wish to take part of an exciting journey and take a walk down the street to enjoy the lovely crack of dawn? It's up to you

© 2014 Hazy Sights


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Hazy Sights
A snippet of writing I felt like writing early in the morning. Any advice/reviews would be helpful :)

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This is truly amazing, it got me wondering why it has no reviews.

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Thank so much, that means a lot!

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Hazy Sights
Hazy Sights

Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada



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I am 16 and a student. I greatly enjoy writing poetry and philosophical snippets of writings from time to time. What I mainly enjoy about literature, is how easily you can manipulate words into shapin.. more..

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