Now, I wouldn't consider myself poetic in a thousand years, but when I woke up at around 6:00 AM and saw the sky outside I had to describe it and do so well because I had no camera or anything and my artistic ability is that of a caveman. It was barely dawn, not the dawn you think of with vibrant reds and oranges looming on one side of the sky or even earlier with a chromatic band of yellows and pinks with the sun's glow peeking over the horizon. The sky was all a dim blue, the horizon and distant structures still dark in the sun's absence. That same blue color seemed to paint itself onto the surroundings and fill the rooms of my house with a muted light. The streetlights outside were still beaming sterile white light onto the road and highlighting the moisture of the roof shingles and distant pavement from the rain of the night. Finally, the houses on the other side of the street and the train tracks became just visible enough to make out the windows and the colors of the paint.
