in summer nights long ago, after a long hard night of clubbing, i would walk the 2 or 3 kilometers back from atlantida to la floresta. magical places, full of ghosts.
every time, around 5am, still dark and freezing cold, the residual energy from all the dancing would spark off my shimmering skin, making all the street lights pop off as i walked past.
weird. spooky. surprising even to the owls, who would who-who their puzzled disapproval, and fly off to kill some mice.
5am...is my favourite time of day.
ReplyDeleteIt's when I wake. When the day stretches out before me, before anything can ruin it, make it hard, etc. Possibilities everywhere.