5:00

This morning I went for a walk around 5:15 AM. It was beautiful. There was fog everywhere, and it wasn't cold...but it wasn't warm, either. I love walking when it's still dark out. I feel safer. As I walked down the deserted street, admiring the few houses with Christmas lights still lit, I felt judged as I passed under each streetlight. Like they were interrogating me, shining their bright spotlights through the moving fog. I could see the sickly green glow of the lights from the school, bright enough to aid any pedophile within a mile radius to the location of a lost child. As I walked by the school, shocked at how beautiful the rays of light piercing through the tree branches looked....like souls....the silhouette of the playground echoed easier days. Scraped knees, bruises....cuts that healed a lot easier than the cuts we deal with today. If only things were still that easy. It was beautiful, I went around the school twice because of how beautiful it was...thinking.

And I wished you could have seen it all with me.
And I wished you could have felt it.