There’s a familiar comfort
To knowing a place so well
That if you wake up and look out
From the window to the sky
You know the exact shape
Of each building and tree
You know the exact place
The sun would appear from
You know the exact hue
Of the sky and the clouds
You have 50 pictures
That all look alike
Of this same sunrise
Taken over 50 days
You know the sounds
That would surround you
You know exactly how
The air would feel
There’s a familiar comfort
To knowing a place so well
That you have memorized it’s sunrise.
Sun
Ashquill 