Things I like from early mornings:

The sound of a silenced city, the darkness of early hours, the way the light starts falling trough my windows, the bird songs of each morning sounding different each time but remembering the same feeling of home, the first taste of coffee, the way I’m able to write and read without distractions, the pastel colour of the sky, if I’m lucky enough the way the clouds play their game, the sound of the people invading slowly the streets. The way I’m able to wake my senses up with the city. The feeling familiarity and simplicity. The way these ordinary things can do my path easier.

Common observations / appreciations.

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