Dawn is the beginning of a daily instalment in a serial story that will never end.

Dawn is a colorless clashing of night and day which crumbles the sky’s pearl-gray vault into dust.

Dawn is, for the conquered, a betrayer; a new sun rising as if an ally of your enemies to assist in your destruction.

Dawn is that single hour of the twenty-four when crime ceases, debauchery is exhausted, and even desolation finds a shelter.

A Drought is when it is so dry the ducks forget how to swim.

A Drought is when it is so dry the catfish are carrying canteens.

A Drought is when it is so dry the Baptists are sprinkling, the Methodists are spitting, and the Catholics are giving rain checks.

A Flood is a superior degree of dampness.

The Flood is the original baptism which washed away the sins (and sinners) of the world.

A Flood is a river too big for its bridges.