“On winter mornings when it’s dark and the air is crisp, the lights are still shining and the first customers are gathered at the counter like conspirators. They give you the illusion that the day will be a new adventure. And that illusion stats with you for at least some of the morning.”
orígenes y comienzos.
only the darkness and silence ruling outdoors can be felt at these hours, a distance song can be listened, early birds start breaking that tiny border between untold world and reality, our faces still show some scratches from the dreams we left unfinished, the awakening, taking slow steps, that clumsy game our thoughts enjoy each day.
the sense of being breaking the border between known and unknown paths.