"I think its good you have the feelings you have, even if it makes you sad," H told me, "I'm sorry I don't have anything more profound."
"You think too much," I said.
It was 5.01 am when I headed home. The birds were up, but the streets were silent; the world was still asleep. As I zipped through the quiet streets on my bike, running stop signs and red lights, I could not take my eyes of the sky: it was the most beautiful mix of yellow and pink and the palest of blues, and the city itself seemed to glow with a calm confidence in the golden light.
I continued on past my apartment to the lake, gathering the liquid light. I watched the gulls swoop and dive and call out to each other... until the sun came up, and the world began to wake.
