Sunrise

Sunrise is not always the 'rosy-fingered dawn' that Eos of the Greeks used to dispense across the land. Sometimes, sunrise is a rude, grim awakening. I was remembered of this phenomenon by this, which an ex-student reminded me of.

You can wake up to thunder, you can wake up to fog. You can wake up as if life has become a Dr Seuss story, and laugh at it a lot. Yesterday, I finally put all the pieces together. I realised why someone pulled the trigger, and who blinked first. And I laughed so loudly that I woke two ravens perched on a corner of my present home.

And I remembered what power is all about, and why the non-exercise of power is sometimes the greatest gift of God to men.