Orange and pink pooling across the water. Masts standing still against the glow. A single sailboat waiting, dark against all that light.
This is the hour before Rockland wakes up. Before the engines start and the day begins its noise. The harbor holds its breath, and if you're there, really there, you hold yours too.
Some mornings you remember forever. Not because anything happened, but because nothing needed to.
For walls that hold the light a little longer.
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The sun doesn't rise here. It spills.
Orange and pink pooling across the water. Masts standing still against the glow. A single sailboat waiting, dark against all that light.
This is the hour before Rockland wakes up. Before the engines start and the day begins its noise. The harbor holds its breath, and if you're there, really there, you hold yours too.
Some mornings you remember forever. Not because anything happened, but because nothing needed to.
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