And he's oh so good, and he's oh so fine.

I like the dark just fine, but there's no color in it. There's something about the stage between day and night that sends me off into a lazy-lie-on-my-bed-and-stare-out-my-window kind of mood. Everything is softened, and even when the sky has given up on being any shade of yellow or red, the pale blue is more inviting than the dark-almost-black blue that usually inhabits the skies in the wee hours.

Right now the sky is an ashy blue. It looks lovely. I would like to swim in it. There is a soft glow from the windows of the apartments and houses around me. They meet with the light creeping in on the edges of the horizon, and as the sky climbs higher and higher fold into a darker, more concentrated color. There are stars now.

The screen on my window has been removed for purposes of adventuring in the past, but I almost prefer it this way. My fingers are slightly numb from the January air, but air smells so...wintery and wonderful. I could walk right out this window.

The moon's trying to hide from me again. I first noticed it when the sky was ashy blue, for its white brilliance contrasted perfectly with its background. Now that the sky is closer to purple, it's hidden behind the two-story house next to mine.

Today is just starting.