Lord Sun rises again, and I witness this.
The river sparkles & twinkles with a frosting of pink light.
Extra-skinny spiders spin their webs in the light of the rising sun.
A bird in a tree sings right next to where I stand.
A large splash in the centre of the river, not in time to see what it was.
The air is thick with warmth & the first day of August.
Later, the clouds arrive & change the day into a different day completely.

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