Pure morning
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As much of a night soul as I used to be, or liked to think I was, 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 the world still sleeps, the day still new. It's isolating in a way, but a comfortable sort of isolating - like those rainy days you can hide in, or hiding in the encompassing shade of a weeping willow, so you get the opportunity to be still. Sometimes rainy days are depressing. Most of the time, not so much though.