The soft pink glow just began to spread over the sky -
A gouache spilt over the canvas, running across the surface.
The nature stirred already, with its chirping, buzzing, humming,
But he is the only one awake. This moment, the world is made for him.
He takes a breath, filling the lungs with the delectable freshness
Of this early hour. He is more alive and alert than ever.
Carefully picking up his fishing rod, he slips out the door,
Slow light steps, attentive turn of the door handle -
The household's peace is undisturbed as he greets the world.
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