Writin'

There is something so magical about a 5am city. Most asleep burrowed under their covers unconscious while the other half sleepy eyed on the train clutch their coffees with their heads bowed into their phones lethargically replying to last nights emails and scrolling mindlessly through pictures of distant places they dream to be. I watch and inhale the crisp air and purr of quiet traffic and I notice the perfumes of fresh croissants and feel insignificant and powerful under a dark horizon of skyscrapers. It is still. Twilight begins to melt away and the morning is ancient even before the sun rises. The quiet streets fill with another frenetic day. 

(my writing inspired by my early rise this morning and the quote "The difference between rising at five and seven o'clock in the morning, for forty years, supposing a man to go to bed at the same hour at night, is nearly equivalent to the addition of ten years to a man's life." ~ Doddridge)