the sun is not yet up. david bowie sits uncomfortably, looking east. the sun is not yet up.
beside him, his cat stirs and yawns. the sky is dark blue. they both know what’s going to come next.
but today, it doesn’t.
he begins to write a new melody. right there, on the couch.
it will be the 12th and final of his new album.
he will hide it on the album listing, hoping that it will only be heard on days like these.
Tags: david bowie, dawn