This morning I woke for a brief moment as the sun rose and snapped a picture, half asleep, as I often do.
On the train, trying to articulate an uncanny quiet during the normally chaotic commuter hour, I wrote this:
I forget how much trauma the city holds in its bones on this day
The ache is palpable
Like joints battered long ago
Flaring in the earliest motions of dawn
Before you are fully conscious
Before you remember