Truly Cherished

You see, Bobby, why they call it a "white night". The darkness evaporates while you sit there, reading, watching, waiting for that faint sliver of gold to appear on the horizon. But you never know just when it hits; you look away and by the time you've looked back, it's dawn.

So often have I lingered on a plush couch or a velvety armchair, it's softness caressing me, urging me to give way to sweet slumber. But you can't give in; if Sleep's sly fingers lay hold on you, you will not see the day.

Why am I telling you this? Because I have lost all reason to lie contented while a masterpiece eludes my grasp. I want to snatch it, lay hold on it and keep it forever. Some people collect action figures, others collect antiques or trading cards. I collect sunrises.

There are really no words to describe a sunrise. It's warm and golden, it melts your worries and fears away, and for one moment, just a moment, you are the only soul in this world. You forget who you are and what you've done. All things are cast aside in order to partake of that moment, a dream world unfolding before your very eyes.

Let them say that I have gone mad. Indeed, their sanity is only a matter of twisted perspective. If they could but glimpse my world, they would be satisfied to leave me in it, knowing that it is where I belong.

So shine, sun, shine on my face and make me smile. Kiss the tears away; refresh my very being and renew my inner strength. Nothing makes more sense than to bask in thy glory.