There's that strange moment in
Time on a cold summer's morning
When you can see everything, but
There is no light.
Void of shade, the shadows
Melt seamlessly into
Light.

That epoch where everyone is
Awake, but would never admit for
Fear of the eminent catastrophe
the ripple of their voices would
cause.
There is something ungodly about this hour.
The nebulous light piercing the shadows, cowering before
the turned corner.
Fluorescent spheres making their visions known.