Blind Revelations Before Sunrise

Fog still lingers upon wet asphalt, coating it with an ethereal glow, and street lanterns imbued with a sense of purpose remain lit despite the imminent rise. It’s yellow, but more of the mustard variety. It seeps into your eye sockets if you’re one of the unfortunate ones. Doze-deprived. Slumber-challenged. Some might say zombie. But there is something vaguely enlightening about this time of day. That time when the moon is loitering around in the sky, cherishing the last few precious moments of prominence. I’m not quite sure what it is, though. I think I’ll just go back to sleep.