“This is the unforgiving light of the morning, time to drop the illusion.”
“Time to get a go on this drop-dead-gorgeous morning.”
“On Sunday mornings, as the dawn burned into day, swarms of gulls descended on the uncollected trash, hovering and dropping in the cold clear light.”
“Everybody knows that, for such an unforgiving thing, time is uniquely malleable.”
“So miss him. Send him some love and light every time you think about him, then drop it.”
“Dawn's faint breathbreathes with your mouthat the ends of empty streets.Gray light your eyes,sweet drops of dawnon dark hills.Your steps and breathlike the wind of dawnsmother houses.The city shudders,Stones exhale—you are life, an awakening.Star lostin the light of dawn,trill of the breeze,warmth, breath—the night is done.You are light and morning.”