Beads of water frame the window. Outside day chips away at the black fades to purplish blue. Clouds pulled into flat cotton balls unsure of their color. Winds turn left to right, West to East, then back again. Restless breezes unsure themselves gather.
Dawn is a troubling time. Yesterday’s hangover meets today’s expectation of change. Neither carry their weight. Today gets more attention. Or less neglect. Hard to tell.
Distant water reaches out. Salt ridden tentacles ride the air. Echoes of missed waves churn in waiting ears. The sound of life lulled to sleep, oddly still draws into the day.
Light from a distant Sun stabs at the last of the darkness. Like a warrior hiding in the weeds. Rising at once to claim is prize.