6:30 am

i love this time of day
dim but not exactly quiet
and despite the morning hustle
there’s a certain stillness
wet and hanging
in the morning air
it’s pleasant
pleasant like anticipated leftovers
i can hear the traffic passing
and the coffee brewing
as dormant souls begin to stir
familiar and notorious
i sit at this desk
with a coffee, cigarette
and the company of my cat
i can let my guard down
because the reality of adulthood
still seems distant
and the sun has yet to conquer
all my unconscious illusions

559-630-am

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