The sky matches the asphalt,
Dark, and slick with rain.
This tiny town, surrounded by a large city,
Is calm.
The street is free of cars,
A single light is on in a neighbor's window.
Most people remain asleep.
I glance out my window and see the changing of a stop light from
Yellow to Red.
It warns with caution, and then a hault.
The universe is calling me,
To rise before the sun,
To sing a song into the wind,
To fall deeply in love with the start of this gloomy day.
I shall let myself follow this calling.
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