Rituals

its 2:36 a.m. as i am starting this. i have been checking on my contacts, only to find out that most are offline. As it should be. Most, if not all of them might be sleeping by this time after all the lights and sound (and the rain) have died.

but not me. I have this ritual to perform. I am going to wait for the first sunrise of the year.

i cannot clearly remember when i started doing this, only that i have been doing it for a decade or so. i cannot even say why i started doing this. Perhaps this all started just when i started losing what most people would label as sanity, conformity.

All these years i wait, all alone.

So it got me thinking as to when i would end this solitary vigil for the first fingers of the sun to caress my face...

...perhaps if there would be someone by my side, and with her hands she would hold my fragile face, stroking...caressing...with a warmth that to rival that of morning stars.