It’s early; way too early. I will for my brain to stop thinking so that I can drift off once again for a few precious moments, but that rarely happens. I’m awake.
And once I'm up I love this early hour. The city sounds are different. The river is still quiet; the ferries don't start their zigzag up and down the river until after 5:30 am, and I am awake far too early. It's beautiful. The early sunlight is clear and yellow. The traffic on the bridge nearby is usually drowned out by the construction of the slowing growing building nearby and the general city buzz, but every sound is more defined in the early morning.Read More