Rising Sun *DRAFT*

The warm orange glow seems to have set the city on fire. The shafts of light slowly fill the streets and ally ways, causing the shadows to first give up ground and then disappear entirely against the relentless march of the sun. Relentless, but in no rush. It had all the time in the world.
A light wind sighs, disturbing scraps of rubbish and old newspapers, causing them to rise and swirl in a tumbling dance that rose into the glare of the rising sun before gently descending again as the wind ran out of breath.
Nothing else stirs. Silence blankets the city as the sun continues it's push towards the sky. By now the sunlight starts to trickle into the windows of skyscrapers and apartments revealing empty rooms. Meals have been left half eaten, spare articles of clothing scattered on the floor. Doors wide open.
Cars choke the streets, engines left running. Traffic lights cycle through their colours, announcing to no one that it's safe to cross.