So a long time ago, I used to be all romantic about sunrises*
I was all "ooooh sunrises, I want to see one" and "oooooh,I bet they're so cool"
ok only one of those oooohs is real
This may have continued my entire life until one day I'd watch a sunrise for the first time with someone I was romantically involved** with and we'd fall in love and live happily ever after.
Except I have been robbed of that moment. A few years ago I was riding the greyhound across the US going to a summer program at Cornell and I had to stay up. I saw the sun rise. All I felt was tired and annoyed at the way it glared at my eyes.
All I thought was "this blows, sunrises are the same as sunsets, except backwards and from the opposite direction."
The moral of the story is that Santa clause isn't real. I bet he never was.
*I mean romantic in a romantic period of literature where nature is exalted, not romantic in a let's talk about sex bay-be, let's talk about you and me, kind of way.
**Let's talk about sex bay-be, let's talk abou you and me
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