2002 / september / 15
No sleep
I didn't sleep this night. I thought, I wrote, I read, I idled all night, and before
I knew, the sky lost its pitch darkness and started glowing. The morning.
Perfect time for a walk, as the sun rose quickly with not a cloud in sight.
I love the city early sunday morning, when the streets are quiet.
It's past eleven now, and I can feel the city waking up. The restlessness returning,
trickling in through the open balcony doors. Shall I close the doors? Or try to let
it go through me? Tough choice.
