Usually, I've some inkling about what I'm going to write. I have a post vaguely formulated in my head. But this time, some music, some unnamed emotion and some solitude are fuelling me to write... what?
You and I will both find out as we read along.

A tinfoil sky and some metal greeted me when I first walked down that crumbling pier. I could smell, taste iron and.. the sea. The sun would rise from here. For me, it was not important that it was the first sunrise of the year or the decade or even the century. Out of all the innumerable sunrises I have witnessed in my life, this was the only one I cared to see.
Like the song that keeps playing in the background and suddenly, an almost forgotten refrain resounding in an old cafe somewhere, makes you think "Why didn't I ever pay attention to this song?"

And as I watched, I saw the sky turn from deep, dark purple, like the velvet of dreams, to a light, fragrant lavender. Birds awoke and took flight, that had been sleeping in the night's soul.

Columns upon columns of water rolled like pink, wet satin. Amidst all that cold metal and freezing water, I drew upon the warmth of my memories, the warmth of you.

You were there. But, you were not there.
It felt very strange.
Almost as if I had summoned a spectre who was too lifelike to be real. Almost as if something was missing.
It felt sad, ironic.
It felt beautiful.

Shutters rolled, clapped and slammed. The sky turned a faint blue, like that of a fading bruise.
My thoughts threw themselves into piles and stacks began to form.
Water skimmed over rocks. An offering dovetailed into a splash.

A frayed rope tried in vain to hold back a hundred-tonne rusting pile of metal. The silence grew.
I felt strangely weightless and sat down to anchor myself.

The sun rose.

I stand on the edge of a broken sky
And I will come down; don't know why
And if I should fall, would you hold me?
Would you pass me by?
For you know, I'd ask you for nothing
Just to wait for a while.