i miss the sunrise

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For a few brief weeks my morning bus journey was accompanied by the orange and pink glows of the rising sun, and I was awed and inspired on a daily basis. The skies here in the Flatlands have a tendency to look spectacular, unfettered as they are by hills and tall buildings. Very photo worthy. Bring your camera if you visit. But that was the interlude between the dark mornings of winter and the light mornings of spring. And now the only rising sun I glimpse is limited to the streak of yellow which diminishes quickly even as I gaze upon it. At least the sky is somewhat blue this morning, not {yet} miserably grey and full of rain. Perhaps I tempt Fate with my foolish blathering. I am outstandingly good at offering her temptation. Today I will be in Lazy Town, sharing my time with students who can't, and who definitely shouldn't. A little basic maths, a little mind-numbing English and a lot of sleep-inducing vocational studies, with a tutor who drip-feeds answers. Sometimes she doesn't even drop-dead, although my subconscious obviously wishes she would {figuratively, not literally} and of course I meant drip-feed. I am so glad that I proofread these things. Instead, she goes straight for the jugular and simply dictates entire paragraphs to individual students. I end up looking like the Bad Guy, because I want them to be independent and do their own work. Fudge it.