In the Dark of Morning
when all is paused
All is quiet in the dark of morning. The moments before the birds start singing, before the day starts rising. When the world is still and paused; time unmoving.
Alone. Staring past my reflection out into the fading night. Where tree branches stretch towards the sky, yawning as they wake. Everything is muffled by the dark. Black and white and a thousand shades of…