Up before dawn and it is silent, no sound but my fingertips tapping the soft black keys. The darkness is palpable, I can feel its weight. I watch through my window, ignoring the glare of my own reflection, as the dense blackness softens and begins to fade and once again light seeps in to the waking world.
"Night is a world lit by itself." - Antonio Porchia
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