The sun looms in the horizon.

Filling the sky with hues of orange and yellow.

Its tentative rays shuffling my neatly organized leaves.

A schedule shaker. A routine breaker.

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I get no time to prepare before I'm seized by the warmth.

Mesmerized, yet nervous of the consequences.

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I look around me.

Sorrowful of the ones missing.

Yet new saplings sprout all the time.

And those who remain are just as amused as I am.

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The clock ticks faster and faster.

Or is it my perception distorted by the now glaring sun?

I arm myself with coffee, stubbornness, and stolen sleep.

And I praise the sun!

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