Tumbling in the Sand
“Sunrise is coming,” she said.
That was the only response I got when I asked if it was worth it. If it was worth working through the night. If it was worth waiting in the long, painful hours—waiting with those who hurt and cried in pain.
“Sunrise is coming.”
Well, yeah, sure. But sunrise is going to come whether I sleep or not. The sun is going to shine on the pillows of those who’ve rested oblivious to the world around them this long night. The sun is going to shine on the pillows of those who’ve rested fitfully or paced the floor some with a crying child or suffered a little.
The sun is going to shine the same on us all no matter how we spent the night. …