Yellow Sunrise

“The sun is rising, again! Surprise! It does that every morning, even if it’s not always visible! Besides, the sun is just there, it’s the Earth that rotates! Duh!“ Gun Roswell

Yellow Sunrise

The sun rises from the east, even if it in the wrong place from where I stand, looking more like west, but then again, what do I know, says they with a great big frown, confused as ever, but not trying to clever, well, not really. But perhaps.

But, the slight tint of yellow there, not the red or orange, but rather the original(?) colour of the sun, at least when depicted on some cartoonish display, a drawing perhaps, something done way back when, in the very childhood, when cartoons still were fun?

Well, it does not really matter, as standing here on the beach, eyes wide, or at least I try, despite the really early hour, as watching the sunrise, just keeps pulling out that smile, hiding in there somewhere for most of the year, week, day and hour, because honestly, I am pretty sour a person most of the time.