Liverpool One

One of the joys of being a bad sleeper is strolling around a city at dawn. No matter what time i am up i am never on my own in a city, there always seems to be other people around.

I find a real feeling of calm at these times though, i dont have to be anywhere yet, i dont have to do anything in particular, just time to think, walk and see the raking morning light. I love it.

For some irritating reason though, today it reminded me of probably the worst description of dawn i have ever read, F Scott Fitzgerald hang your head in shame for writing "Now the dawn tears from her wetted breast the splattered blouse Of night" .... cock.