hints of mourning sun cast soft light at the edges of a lonely dark night warming the emptiness within - I welcome its purity, its promise of a new day, another opportunity to be what I'm not; it's why I'm here now: I need the strength of this calm before the world wakes, screaming from their beds, engines roaring to life racing towards more - in these quiet moments the world makes sense - birdsongs' soothing music echoing across the silence, the chaos of existence a forgotten memory. I soak in this warmth, reminding myself all of this is a gift, I brace for another day.
