water dancing under the bridge at the docks

on chilly evenings, i stroll by the docks wondering how every sailors' catch went and every seagulls' hunt.

and as the sun sets, i would my fumble my way up the rocks at the shore to be closer to its fading warmth and to watch as it melts into the ocean.

perhaps i find comfort in its empathy in giving way so that the tide and stars can meet, or perhaps i ire its humbleness towards the subtle moon.

regardless, it has allowed me to trust that if i just wait long enough, it's morning rays will coyly peek at me in shades of oranges and pinks and reds, apologising for having left my company.

but i never realized that on the nights when the moon is gone and i so dearly wish for the sun to stop setting, that in its kindness, the sun chooses time and time again, to remind me to look behind me, to look away from its past farewell, and to rejoice in its new beginnings.

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