The Painter

The rising sun breathes new life into the city. As it climbs above the skyline, the dull gloom of night dissolves, and blankets of fog disperse. Birds chirp, and traffic lights seem happy to have an audience for which to perform. A fresh day of work begins, and I lift my brush and start to paint, inspired by the new day. I use but one color: semi-gloss white. I have two bedrooms and a bath to do before lunch.

I wrote this back in high school when I was a painter for the summer.

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