|08:13 am - Morning Glory|
An LA morning is as spectacular as an LA night. The vast depth of darkness and electricity revives itself each morning as a multi-layered tapestry of hills, tress, and fading stars, echoing the chatter of its subjects. Birds, traffic, a train blowing its horn in the distance, and my dog circling around me. I'd rather be asleep tuned out of dawn's chorus, but I'm perversely awake and my breath shakes with the possibility of today, tinged by the murky fumes of a half lit cigarette.