TICK To The TOCK (A Coming-of-Age Story) - Plot & Excerpts
With a deep breath, I savour the fresh air that only this time of morning can conjure. The sun has yet to rise and leave its mark. Right now, the air is cool, tingly, and almost alive. Filling my lungs with as much as they can take, I'm wide awake. Each day my muscles ache further, feel more damaged and torn. But here, during this moment, they breathe new life. They stretch and reach, tingling and seeming to sigh. I'm still broken, exhausted, and tinkering on the edge, but sitting before Uluru mere minutes before sunrise is a grander potion than any doctor can remedy. Taking another deep breath, I focus on the panoramic horizon peeking back, the boundary between sky and earth blurred in to the other. The breeze is slight but holds an icy chill, roaming between my red shorts and under my purple vest. They're no match for such desert morning conditions, but I don't simply wish to see the sun rise high above a red rock I've long admired, I need to experience it; all of it: its taste, its smell, its touch.
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