An Archer's Morning

Carrying bow in hand and arrows in the other, the archer journeys through the open field. An established target lays waiting along a well worn path. The archer doesn't want to miss the moment.  She makes an appearance briefly each morning, nods and slips away after illuminating the land with glorious stretched out rays. Each new day is introduced in morning splendor as she swings her lantern of light across the horizon. She is making her way, evidenced by the surrender of darkness, so the archer quickens his step. Dawn is drawing near and the archer will be there to greet her.

They rhythm of the draw, aim, and release is mesmerizing, which somehow pauses the spinning of the world as an arrow slices through the crisp clean air. Fingertips begin to grow numb as Jack Frost makes an appearance, but Dawn's soft golden rays greets the archer with a kiss simultaneously as the string is anchored to lip's edge. The favor is returned as glistening rays dance off the tip of the arrow now slicing through the thin veil of breaking light.  The dance continues...
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Anchor.
Breathe.
Aim.
Release.

Morning is now chasing Dawn across the prairie, threatening to snatch up her golden rays as the sun inches higher in the sky. The brilliant rays of first light has done it's job and pierced through the archer's heart. Dawn's tranquility has swept by, leaving an archer in an open field, thankful for another day. Through the peep hole of a bow sight, the archer winks and watches as she introduces the day gracefully. She winks back and slips away with a promise to return, to catch the next arrow in flight.

Ready to face the day, the archer gathers arrows and journeys on, with the promise of Dawn coming again.