Cold dark morning, orange red glow. Smell of diesel and crowded children who clamor at bus doors. Weary and hurriedly sent off to institutions. Methodically. Another sharp and blue morning. Frigid to the point that it would become digital, if anybody took the time to pay attention. Pixels and particles. Large organic electron. Cloud droppings on light grey asphalt. Fresh air in the city. Bursts of smoke. Renewal, if the context allows. Rebirth in vain. Slowly brought back is the mundane and recurrent. Beyond approval. Hopeful consumers and roadmaps. To each his destination. Often in single file. Cruel morning ritual. Heated seat or precipitated coffee mug. Age caked around the eyes. Fissures in the skin. Last minute fanciful expense. Self loathing and then resolve. Exuberant morning radio host. Always relative to where you are.
