Saturday, August 11, 2012

Restless Hours

Mind up and wandering at 5 in the morning.

My window offers a part of the sky and I take it all in–the morning fog, the seamless mesh of city lights and a starless sky, the tinge of yellow on a vast azure backdrop as the sun peeks from behind the clouds. A dark shadow begins to move over the city; tiny droplets of water land gently on my window pane.

The city is awake, but restless from the day before.


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