Falls coming, the mornings are now getting darker and colder, making it harder to leave the house, before dawn.
Walking the empty streets, where the old light lamps fliker One by one. Watching the sun fight against the moon, slowly rising.
A path of light is slowly being made. Blinding whoever crosses its way. A mixture of red, yellow and pink, painted on the sky's. Soon to be washed away by the awakening lights of the buildings above.
