Dawn at 21 Harcourt Road, the streetlights are still on outside and their yellow glow is made even more eerie by the low fog that seeped in at some point during the dark hours. I’ve been awake all night with my curtains open, watching the night turn into day. We’re not fully there yet, but almost.
It’s a truly beautiful moment, and one I haven’t seen intentionally in a long time. At 4am when sleep still evaded me I gave in and decided to just stay awake- a decision I regretted till about half an hour ago when the birds started to sing and the world outside slowly started to open it’s weary eyes, rub away the sleep and stretch it’s beautiful arms.
Everything is described as beautiful right now, I realise. Maybe it’s because I’m tired, maybe it’s because everything really is that lovely, or maybe it’s because I’m not articulate enough to call it anything more befitting.
All I know is that it makes me forget my aching, sleep deprived body, and smile.
