I love the first hour of full light on a summer morning.
It seems a secret time when anything is possible; when birds are busy and a handful of people quietly share the world with more space and air between than is normal.
I wish I could stop the clock and sit holding a mug of coffee at my chin, knees pulled into my chest. I like staring through a window, waking slowly as the gears of the day slot one into the other, pulling tiny seconds methodically away from night.
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