Dim and Quiet
It’s taken a while for the morning to gather itself. Clouds linger; fog does, too. Only a few lights are on in the building across the street.
A train chugs by and sounds its low, mournful horn. Air moves through the building with a presence less notable than its absence.
Inside, the overhead lights remain off for a few more blessed minutes.
It’s a dim, quiet start to the day.
