A Morning Crossed from Dawn
Past the dawn when everyone sleeps, I meet the morning alone. Outside the window it's already ordinarily bright, but I feel as though I alone have crossed over a whole night.
Past the dawn when everyone sleeps, I meet the morning alone. Outside the window it's already ordinarily bright, but I feel as though I alone have crossed over a whole night.
After a dawn delivery truck passed, there was a brief gap before the streetlights went out. In it, a newspaper at a doorway still locked was covered and uncovered by the wind.