I love the early morning - when it's still dark outside, but you can make out a dim glowing light on the horizon (or behind the buildings, in my case) that lets you know daybreak is moments away.
I love the quiet feeling - before the rest of the world seems to wake up, when the birds are merely yawning and the traffic hasn't yet gone awry.
I love the walk to the subway on mornings like this - it's so calm and peaceful outside (and today was that perfect crisp temperature... not too cold, but still enough to touch your cheeks and the tip of your nose with a bit of blush). Many store fronts are still closed, and those that are rolling up the gates have sleepy-eyed attendants who might give a slight nod as you pass by. A few dedicated runners are in the park - their breath ever before them in a misty puff. And there's an old lady or two that will cheerfully give you a lively Mornin', complete with a toothy grin - which, for a moment, makes this unrelenting city seem like the most good-natured place you could ever want to be.
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