A Quiet Walk

It has been a long time since taking the night deep into the morning. That old-time feeling of courting the sunrise and counting the minutes. Feeling the hunger come creeping in, slow and steady...The 5 am walk outside: cold, refreshing and incredibly still. Peeling off the layers of the night as it ebbs and flows; the black sky massages the moon into a silent bottomless sleep.

Ever yours,

B.