Pre-dawn Wednesday morning in January.
Quiet...so quiet. In this city of 4 million heartbeats, only the sound of the freeway;
That main artery that hums and delivers life-blood to this unimaginable creature constantly
Reminding me of what I've lost and gained.
Only the sound of the fall of my feet thump thump thump and the sound of my breath
I run towards the dawn.
Incredible colors! Purple, orange, sienna, yellow and white!
The Dawnser Lee Light, remember?
I run down the middle of the street until I get to that place where the road curves around the old oak tree on either side.
There's no one to force me left or right.
I have to choose.
Oh yeah, now I remember why I do this.
