Pure morning
about
100 words
Original writing date lost - from pre 2008
As much of a night soul as I used to be, or would like to think I am, I have a love for the very early morning when the sky is just a little grey and there's no ambient city noise, when all the world's asleep, the day still new. It's isolating in a way, but a comfortable sort of isolating -like those rainy days you can hide in, the ones you know no one's going to intrude on, so you get the opportunity to be still. Sometimes rainy days are depressing. Most of the time, not so for me.