To watch the sky brighten is to imagine all of your friends - coiling others or alone - lost in sleep, churning about in fantasies. It humbles you. It humbles me. This nervous tic, that slumbering twitch. The sunlight creeping in, longing to surround their stasis. Let them regenerate, reinvigorate, recollect themselves. Let them be, for tomorrow they may be everything you’ll need. Everything I’ll need.
Welcome, great light of day. Welcome, and good night.