The Alley Way at Dawn

Dawn was coming to the Alley, as night was slipping away--a divide between two tides, where still the mind could find a place to hide; the moon was sinking through the leafless woods just above the houses, but the streetlights still had the power to illuminate in rows along the icy road. But now a hurried feeling was in the air-- a fading of the islands of pooled light,once cradled in the arms of night, now just a blending with all the rest, quickly hidden by the day.