On my morning horizon, a building towers, partly empty, over even emptier air and water vapor. From my building, mostly emptier and definitely closer to the ground, forces like light and warmth gather in the east, dragging their heels before meeting the hour’s obligations and the moment’s demands.

A tall rounded skyscraper rises out of a foggy city skyline like a person stretching out of bed in the morning

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