We sit there watching the hazy city below waking up. One by one, little squares of light appear, stacked up on one another, fighting for space. The morning's first rays glint off the windows; shapes become clearer, sharpened by the orange glow. The sounds of traffic start to filter up. We are no longer alone in the darkness, the morning must be shared with the commuters dashing off to their offices, the children drifting reluctantly to school. We watch in silence. The only sound is the rustling trees. Our fingers lie intertwined on the bench between us. The moment passes.