Sunrises · 6:28am Feb 1st, 2014
I had a bad Friday, but in constitution of said day, I found something out: descriptions of sunrises bother me. Twenty manuscripts crossed my desk, with soaring descriptions of sunrises varying from a paragraph to, in one extreme, two and a quarter pages.
Here I go:
I draped a hoof over my eyes. There was light coming in. Evil, intrusive light.
Oh, great. It was the scheduled sunrise, and I was hungover for it.
The sun was... burnished... aw, fuck. How is a sunrise burnished? Who says that? It was all purple and red and... Damn, I was hung over. I couldn't look at the sky. It was a fuckpile of color. That sunrise could go burnish itself.
I made a my head and pillow sandwich and passed out.
Does anyone else get that feeling sometimes, that vernacular panoramas just cliche themselves to death before the manifestation of the first "scintillating gold" or "starkest onyx outline"?
