This morning is cold, still, and still dark - but the city is waking up. The sounds from the streets - a garbage truck, a taxi waiting, the squeal of steel wheels - ring harder. The lights from coffee shop windows, streetlamps, and passing streetcars spill out harsh into the cold street. In what feels like the early morning, the body's desire is to move slowly - or better yet - to not move at all except to turn in the warm arms and bed of a lover...
Indeed, this is where my mind is as I walk toward the stop to board the streetcar that will carry me toward the tall towers of downtown. I know the feel and scent of the pillow and sheets that I have recently left. I know what it is like for you to be beside me in our bed in the dark early morning and to have the windows slowly brighten as the morning slides to day. I know the scent of you and I know your curls, lines and curves. I can imagine the absolute softness of your cheek, smoothness and arch of your back, and the way your soft breath sounds... I can fall into that place with you and in those moments, I know perfect happiness.
I am carrying these thoughts with me as I travel into the heart of this city and I am barely aware of my surroundings. I have made this trek so many times that I don't think about it - leaving my mind to wander in more pleasant pastures. It isn't until I am walking the halls to my office when I look out the window and notice the dawning sky... The eastern sky over the lake is streaked with blue, purple and pink. It is that magical moment between night and day where you can imagine yourself in either.
The city has started to wake up and this day will be clear and bright. The day pushes out the night and I am pushed from thoughts of our bed by work. Neither the night nor my thoughts can linger... but unlike the night, I will steal moments to return...
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