The Dawn and the Bird

The sun wakes me up, spilling light on a rain-stained world, biting with orange into old buildings. The night goes away, sinking into nothingness, with the promise of return on her lips. How much I love the moment between inky darkness and bright dawn. It gives me the strength to continue living and resisting the world.

Maybe that’s why I always get up very early … a bird that wants to see how the day is born, a little miracle in a dirty reality.