You, Arriving in the Morning
What kind of memory does a morning in an unfamiliar city leave you? Whether you'll walk streets where no one has woken yet, or simply stand where you are. With a light heart, pick one.
An unfamiliar city reached at dawn, in that first moment, what do you do?
A man at the stall before the dawn market was hosing down the ground. The water glinted in the sun, then seeped into the gutter. I found myself walking along that water's path.