Sunrise

The suns rays began to filter through the branches, tumbling into my eyes, ambers, oranges, and reds painting a perfect picture against the window. The sun had only just began to slide over the horizon, making it high enough to see, once more. I squinted slightly, the brightness painful at first, I adjusted, my eyes no open once more as I absorbed the scene, it's beauty amazing me, captivating me. It had been years since I had seen the sun rise, or set, and it was beautiful, truly beautiful. As I stood there, I remembered the beauty I had seen while tossing the morning news one neighbors front doorsteps. I moved, hoping for a better view, but none could be found, and sighing, I returned to my place, watching as the sun rose a little more, it's rays tumbling through the branches, then suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder, my father's, it was time it seemed as he spoke, "There's work to be done, breakfast starts at eight." Nodding, I looked back over at the sun, and turned to begin my work a few last words echoing through the scene "Can't they eat breakfast at noon?"