Orchestrated Movement

Untitled, 2019.

Untitled, 2019.

Lately, getting up in the morning is an orchestrated affair: a series of vibrating wake-up calls from a fitness tracker, on the minute, four times over, then music coming in at the five and 10 minute marks, the bed sidelight flipped on in-between. It's a full campaign to get up to a still dark sky.

When ready to go downstairs, I'll then sweep open the drapes hoping what's there won't taunt me to go back to bed. Lately the dawn is thankfully waking along side me, purple, pink, then orange: dramatic stage lighting for the ice crystals that must have been figure skating on the window.