Between Dawn and Morning
A sleepless dawn passed, and the window slowly brightened. The street is still quiet, and the streetlamp light lies dim on the ground. It's fine to sigh. Today's sun rises on its own anyway. The morning air quietly enters the room. Before getting up, this is a time when it's all right to sit for a moment, doing nothing.
Clear
There was a time I rode an early bus, not even knowing my destination, just staring out the window. Suddenly it seemed fine even if I missed my stop.