mornings in the city

It is quiet this morning. I hear a fan in the hallway. Some cars. A bird or two. A watch.

I’ve always loved mornings in cities. I love watching people walk/bike/drive to work. Hearing the city start to wake up. Projects being started. Coffee being ordered. There’s an intangible optimism in it all.

It doesn’t really matter what city I’m in– it always feels familiar. Mornings feel untarnished… no awkward interactions, or overwork, or frustrations… simply possibility.

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