Colour
drip-fed into the day, his consciousness' resolution shifting from
soft monochrome to gentle pastels as the sun rose unseen in the
distance. Birds cawed, the white-noise of tyre on tarmac filling in
as an accompaniment to Nature's day-shift. Friday began.
It
wasn't a day notable for anything other than what it was. There were
no events unique to that day but it was still a day he'd set apart as
being the first of his new era. Day One. A dawning of sorts. And a
new beginning to what he hoped would be a life less ordinary.
(Newly awoken at 4:30am)
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