Jun 12, 2021

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.