Kingston Bridge at 6 a.m.

6 a.m. is my time. The boys are still asleep in their cozy beds, dreaming their small child dreams.  They are safe and undemanding. I walk into the living room, half open both sets of curtains and look out on Kingston Bridge, quiet for the moment, asleep like the homeless people living in the arches… Continue reading Kingston Bridge at 6 a.m.