sunrise vignette

We were up all night waiting for the sunrise that never came. We took refuge from the ripped wrapping paper and wilting Christmas tree and welcomed the few intangible gifts the Roman calendar could give us. Gathering blankets and stories to protect us and our threadbare pajamas from the bitter cold and long silences, we set out for the dock and waited for three hours. The first was spent reminiscing over the past, the second over the future, and the last we realized we couldn’t feel our feet and cursed our bad sense of timing.

Colleen Mahn