Feiroze Dean Akhter

The Rising Sun

The sun was a giant that hauled himself over the horizon, the red rays bathed the plains in a singular moment of splendour. The buffalo, but shadows in the empty fields only moments ago, turned their heads and opened their opulent eyes now ablaze in new glory, soaking in the rays beneath their rich red fur. So did Yousuf from where he sat out in his porch. Watching out toward where the trees flanked the red dirt road, there birds lifted by the break of day, sang long notes in from the mouth of the opening world.