The New Day

A new day dawns in the world of man. It lacks in hope but glints with promise, whose subtle shimmer shortens our breath and quickens our hearts. Blood flows to our appendages with a beautiful speed, enlivening our limbs and animating our slouching, gray brains.

The new day is filled with the simple and understandable. There are few shadows for complexity to breed within. You can close your eyes and still see the light of day through the lids. Outstretch your arm, spread your fingers, and feel the unleavened air dancing upon the tips. It whirls with poetry, the most holy of the sacred arts.

Innocence turns the new day's world. Well-being stretches the sun's warm fingers down to the earth. Contentment throws clear-complexioned, half smiles on the faces of the people.

But it is doubt that brings the moon's lampshade over all. Doubt that the new day may never return. Fear that the zenith has been reached and that the familiar descent has finally begun.