Morning.

I walk through the grid of my city's streets
Now undead with the rising sun

Dawn shatters.
I flinch.

My breath catches in the virgin light
anxious and scared
now fully visible.

I long for the protective dark
the comforting canopy
of night's shadow.

There I can hide
when I'm unwilling
to meet
those
eyes.

An Abstract Archive of Time and Place

This will be a way for me [and you, I suppose] to keep track of time, place, people, and things the way I see them.