The best thing that can be said about the dawn here is that it is gentle, kind - anything but bold or spectacular. It is barely noticeable, almost just a lightening of the skies, as though afraid to wake the sleepers it watches over.
What the hell is all this tomato relish Starbucks is putting all over their sandwiches here? The closest I could find to a decent breakfast in this airport is a panini with eggs, bacon, and... tomato relish. And tomato slices. Did I mention how much I dislike gratuitous use of tomatoes? Sigh. At least it has bacon. And it's not horrible, just weird.
My mind is pretty wide awake, but I think my body is exhausted. My right hand isn't working all that well, or reliably. It's usually the first to go.
I just saw my first fly since leaving Tucson. It was very small.
I wonder about the people here. - Where they're from, where they're going, what they think of me.
My body feels hollowed out. Or hollowing out. I think I need to sleep soon. It's 0425 in AZ right now. 0425 in Archer's arms, in his bed where he's sleeping, looking just like the Angel he is. Dreaming of trains, I hope.