When the sun broke through the fog today
it did it swiftly as a camera’s flash.
I had to squint my eyes to get adjusted
to the newess of the ambiance I walked in.
Usually the dissipation of the morning mist
is as gradual as a burning candle’s shrinking
but today there was a burst
as the neighborhood came into focus.
There are usually delights of some kind
that are conferred on early risers
and I have been the recipient of many.

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