Dawn is so beautiful and so perfect. The grey light is not sleepy, but full of quiet life, as though the world had never slept while we did; but treated us to that illusion so that we might.

The birds seem like they know this secret, as they drift through a world that’s theirs for now.

I imagine myself in the streets, looking up at the clouds, and for a moment, seeing all we’ve made for what it is, than how we experience it when the sun is up and the air is full of voices.