Gorgeous Sunrise
I’m big on reclaiming some of the lost majesty of the English language. Cliche, hyperbole, inaccuracy and misuse are the lamentable standards of the modern American tongue. The word gorgeous is, at least for me, a grievous victim of over-use. Not everything can be “gorgeous, dahling”… in fact, I would argue, almost nothing is. Gorgeous is pure. Gorgeous is sumptuous. Gorgeous things fill us up inside. When we encounter gorgeous phenomena, like the sunrise below, their great fleetingness in time is redressed by the permanence these moments may achieve inside our very souls.
