Top Deck

The sky was a fruit salad bar. All pink and yellow and swirling. Time peeled back the last remnants of night to reveal dawn and the new sun crowned the treetops in appreciation. The fleeting sweetness of this majesty sent a ripple of giddy euphoria humming through the earth. The rooftops sliced through the sky. Light peeked its way through every previously unknown, unseen, unheard of corner. The traffic crawled towards the city. Lights moved in procession towards the inevitable daybreak and the start, the beginning, the promise of what today might bring. The bus smelt of piss- I can’t glorify everything. But sometimes, just sometimes, it’s worth getting up early enough to catch the right one. That morning I couldn’t complain. My senses concluded that this was indeed beauty. Wham. There it was. For the first time I truly experienced the power behind such a word.