A Hidden Source

You wake up early, and the sun is already doing its job, even though it hasn’t shown up yet. The light moves with quiet confidence, slipping through gaps, shaping what it finds, while the source stays offstage — somewhere behind the clouds and rooftops. The colors are deep and rich, and the rays, piercing the clouds, spread outward like spokes of an invisible celestial wheel.

It lasts only a couple of minutes. Then the sun breaks through, and the scene turns into an ordinary morning. Clear, bright, and just a little less interesting. Still, no complaints — the light is on, and the rest can sort itself out.

^{Inspired by one autumn dawn.}

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Southern Urals, Russia.
October, 2022.
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