I cherish these mornings. Soft, warm hues and vague smiles. The city sluggish; decidedly uninvolved with the affairs of its inhabitants. The odd honk or squeal from the street below struggles to lift itself through the languid layer of haze stubborn in its daily scrap with the sun.
The true nature of man shines through best in repose. Unhindered by the concerns sprawled along the periphery, it is the first light that brings into focus all that is near and all that is truly worthwhile.