the early bird.

gets the what, the worm? or just the glimpse at a morning that others have yet to glimpse - awash in pinks and greys - seemingly lit from within?

yes, i think that is all the early bird really gets. and along with it, a sense of calm. the condos that surround her - that were hopping and bopping till 3 am - are now mercifully silent. the drunken squawks of homeward bound yuppies have faded away, the labored disco beats of the rooftop party have beaten themselves to death, and the wailing sirens have sung themselves into a deep, deep sleep.

and for once, not a peep from the vast construction site that occupies a gaping city block across the way. gone are the typical wake up calls of yore - the cocking crow, the ringing bell - replaced with the urban alarm clock of clanking and cranes and building up, up and away with your view.

it is 6:45 am and the world is semi-quiet, cautious almost - like the day ahead is dipping its toe into the pool of the unknown, and hasn't quite decided to go for it. and of course, it will eventually throw itself headfirst into the sun-drenched splendor of sunday - but for now, for now - i enjoy the beauty of its hesitation.