Claude Monet's Impression, Sunrise

At dawn, the fishing village is in a sleepy quiet as it sits
on the cool waters that are not yet warm from the rising sun
that slowly emerges from the depths of the sea and into
the misty, gray sky. Even with the light of daybreak
it's still too dark outside, and the boats look like mere
shadows floating along the waves. It's far too early for him
to be out of bed, he thinks, half-dozing with his back
against the side of their small fishing boat. The air is still cold
and damp, and he wouldn't be out here in the first place
if his big brother hadn't asked for his company. He'd much
rather be wrapped up in his warm sheets, waiting for the
warmth of the afternoon sun, lost in his sea of dreams. But
then he's all too awake because he suddenly remembers.
Today is the last day they will ever be like this because tomorrow
his brother will be gone. His bags will be packed and their
cramped room that smells like the sea will be stripped
and empty on one side. His brother will be gone because
he has chosen to leave him, their parents - everyone - far,
far behind for something bigger, better. They were
never good enough for his all big talk of ambitions, dreams,
and futures. A part of him resents him for it and probably
always will...but as he looks up at his brother who is standing tall
at the steer of their little, rocking boat like the mast of a majestic ship,
and he also understands - he understands
there is nothing in this sleepy, little town for his big brother.
His big brother who is tall, broad-shouldered, and determined
can't live forever in a place shrouded by fog, a place that
can never truly see the sun. And then he wants to apologize.
His brother knows he's angry - that's why he asked him to
accompany him this morning - but it's not so much that he's angry
- maybe a little jealous - but mostly scared and sad that
the person closest to him will have already vanished by this time
tomorrow. He doesn't know what to say or do because
he suddenly feels stupid and embarrassed and so overcome
with the world that all he wants to do is to sob like a
little boy waiting for his big brother to comfort him. But he can't
because he feels frozen as if he's glued to his seat, and he can
barely breathe, let along speak. He wonders if his brother
feels the same, if he's just as nervous and scared and maybe
a little pained at the thought of leaving him too. But his big brother
continues to stand motionless at his side as he continues to sit
and ruminate in silence, dreading tomorrow, the day when
everything will change.