It's finally nearing the end of my graveyard shift.
I step outside for a smoke in the morning twilight.
I hear the sound of a freight truck as it approaches.
The street is east behind the building (the side I go out to smoke).
I can see the light of the morning.
The eastern horizon is a pale yellow.
Above is a deep blue.
The stars aren't visible anymore.
The ruck finally comes into view.
It slows to make a turn and I can read the side of it.

"Dawn" was written on the side.

Sometimes, it's fun to enjoy the little things in life.