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The sun rises only twice in your life.

The first time, you're too helpless, toothless, and weak to do anything but cry in it's blinding light.

The second time, most of us are too sleepy to care or notice.

But sometimes, the rays come streaming in through the venetian blinds, working their way through eyelids and bouncing around, faster and faster, black to purple to red...to orange, to pink...to blue. You blink, maybe sit up. Scratch.

Maybe you just go back to sleep and wake up in the dark. There will be no more sunrises.

But instead, some smell coffee. Freshly ground, earthy and lovely bitter, waiting in the bottom of a spotless, clean French press carafe, and the roiling water's squeal wailing like a tornado siren.

It's time to get up. You've got the whole day ahead of you.

Make it.