The city is a very different place just after 5 in the morning. For one thing I am rarely there.

The moon was glowing off to the east set in indigo gradients. Morgan held up her hand to take the brightest sliver as the tip of her nail. As we drove south we seemed to be heading back into the night, escaping the light that was creeping slowly over head.

The airport was already buzzing with people who had gotten up much earlier than we had. There is such a sense of possibility in airports.

I drove home with those that aoid rush hour; it was 6 o'clock. Entering the building I was thinking about the fact that I was just arriving home, still in yesterday's clothes. What intrigue. I had hours before work yet. Instead of staying up and busy as I had planned I shut my shades and crawled into bed.