The cornor of my eye catches most of what I wish to see

I shared a secret with the sunrise this morning.. she told me it would be alright. That wasn't the secret, of course, but that's how our silent diatribe ended. To be honest, I'm not so sure I have enough confidence in my linguistic abilities to convert our interaction into words. Nor am I sure I want to. But it was something. As I looked through tired eyes across the rooftops of familiarity, I saw something beautiful. I saw colours I'd never seen before, mixing in romantic irony over the ignorance of Suberbia. I saw pinks and oranges and hints of yellow-red, all entangled in a perfect embrace. I saw smoke from the rooftops of the unsuspecting making love to possibility. She was telling me a story and I was feeling every word. Hiding from judgement behind my shutters, I let my eyes settle on the last truely innocent and yet-untainted piece of art: the forgotten sunrise. I wonder if I was the only one looking.. I wonder. In the end, I walked away unchanged. It wasn't some superficial, cliche epiphany or anything. This secret wasn't the turning point in my life, nor is it now the basis of any comparison I make. It was beautiful, and simply that. One moment where I realized all I had been missing every morning. Like a second chance before I got my first. It was something. She told me it would be alright.