The morning birds are chirping, but the sun has not yet risen above the horizon.
Air brushes my face, an electric fan.
The world is asleep.
All is calm.
I am alone & at peace.
An ambulance drives by, sirens blaring. Lullaby of the city.
It's time for bed.
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Morning Birds
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