It came from the east, through the window, lazy and slowly. Creept through the empty space, made no fuss. Filled the room, orange first then yellow and white — bright, blinding white.
No one is out right now, maybe it’s the cold. Just over the edge, between the deep black shadows, the morning takes over. Sunlight fills the sidewalks, lights up the buildings.
This might be the best we get for a while. Looking east, we’re waking up.