5
We woke at dawn and packed into a ride share, yawning as the snowy city passed.
And the city woke up with us, shutters rising on storefronts, sleepy shop owners carrying garbage into their alleys, the streets slowly clogging into their true congested potential.
Subway cars ricketed by on an overpass, the rising sun glinting off their graffitied bodies.
The glass sides of the tall buildings looked like they were on fire as the sun touched them for the first time in twelve hours. Sheaves of ice slid down their sides, breaking on the street.
My city at dawn. The place where I was born, and the place I was damn sure I was gonna die.
Funny thing was, this happened every morning. I just didn't get to see it that often. There was something special about a city waking up, getting ready to
