Dawn Awakenings Print

Coming into a crowded city, very early hour in order to preempt traffic overload, means getting in while darkness still reigns; so find and disused parking lot surrounded by overgrowth, since long forgotten, kind of back to sleep a bit more. Then getting out of the car within the first wisps of a still foggy and far far away sun, surrounded by the total wildness of to be re-civilized soon enough lives, be they botanical or else; from there begins a long walk through its dampness crunchiness of long gone leaves, until hitting into the all around it 'civilized world' asleep for the now. It's never the same kind of environment which let me wander into her, but a refreshing span before the 'back to the car' necessity towards the lower town streets and back alleys, walking within throngs of oh! so seriously busy people rushing all over them narrow streets bouncing like water upon rocks from a wild stream, never never looking, so intent into reaching their own 'never land' mirage of security. Here it is all about colour, a one colour, purple holding the power breathing life through them all, imperial realism.