On mornings like these I leave the music at home so I can better observe the day as it wakes, stretches, waves his arms and opens its eyes.
Today, though, the morning clouded up as I strolled, and fat drops fell. But before they could gain too much traction, the day reversed course once again. Now it's gloriously sunny and green.
It's what I've wanted to do every day this week as I sat five stories up in a shell of glass and steel — watch the morning unfold, and be inside it as it wakes.