The Morning Glow 

The morning glow breaks through the darkness. 

The fog clings to the ground, knowing its time is limited with the coming glow. 

The darkness seeks to hide from the glow in the trees and spots just out of touch, constantly racing, staying just far enough ahead of the glow. 

A circle of light and darkness, continually moving around our little planet. 

On the back roads of Gorham, Maine.

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