to Saturday, 5:45 a.m.

charcoal shadows blanket the city,

each house still tucked in and hidden from the ebony night.

it’s an uneasy and unusual feeling—

stillness covers the once-bustling streets,

stirring silence almost too perfect, a rarity of its own.

with dark pink clouds and deep orange along your horizon,

you bring promise of morning light and new beginnings

to those sleeping heads under your watch.

with love,

olivia

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