sleeping in was never burro's forte, he slept like the dead and risen to rival a challenging rooster. but now there was simply him, stuck in the stillness that such a morn had brought. settling in to watch the sky lighten, with the edging sun soon to be on its rise. he had never missed a single sunrise, and he didn't see why that should change. hadn't he already experienced a series of changes? perhaps laboring on old habits won't hurt him. perhaps it would be enough to drive the feeling of homesickness away, even for just a bit.
sunrises, something even the most simple of creatures could appreciate. there was no thought behind them, and nothing could describe the lighting off of jagged rocks and harsh edges. he always found them to be a bittersweet reminder of life. how the biting winds would welcome him with a chill to his bones, but the heaven's painting was always worth the endurance of a little cold. perhaps a perfect analogy if he had bothered to think and labor upon the intricacies. but burro wasn't one to dwell on what could be, or what once was. the present had offered so many gifts, and he'd rather not miss them.