It is early.
So early nothing is awake.
It is still dark and dumb with sleep.
The light has to be put on.
Automatic pilot brings clothes and scalding tea.
And slipping out the door.
I remember thinking I'd left the gas on.
Someone else carried my case.
Strips of light sped past the window.
Streaking through the silhouettes on the street.
First light came into the sky as we drove.
This was the first sunset.