In the cold light of morning

My mp3 player chose to play that song at around 7.20 today as I was walking toward the office building where another 10 never to be repeated again hours of my life would disappear digested in the always hungry belly of time. It was morning, it most surely was cold and with the street lights reflecting in the gigantic mirrors of the office windows and the melancholic sound in my ears reality twisted into a surreal haze.