The Optimist

Each morning he gets up before the dawn and walks through the darkness to the shore of the bay to see if the sun will rise today.  For many days he has done this way and, though the sun rises upon lands to the East, each day the fog of the bay steals the sunlight away and, though there is light, it is grey.  Today as before he sits on the shore and stares three-point-one miles away, toward the horizon, sunk in the grey.  But today, three-point-one miles away, the curtains of the sky left awry, allow a single ray (golden and precious) to dawn and light his eye.  And he turns away, into the grey of the day, with the gold of the sun in his heart - a promise that forever it will not be this way, and that soon the grey will depart.