Driving into the daybreak

The black surrenders to streaks of inky blue and deep purple as clouds turn into chunks of gray and navy matter lightening into their eventual fluffy whitness; the day slowly tearing away the curtain of the night. As you drive, you see the light begin to tentative reach up, reach out across the horizon- not quite yellow, not quite gold, just lighter- and as the fingers of the morning reach stretch, a whole new day is born filled with promise and too much life to live.
With the windows down, the music loud, the morning comes. Gentle, jet quietly, but resolutely alive.