Mornings are fuck cold and delicately gorgeous. The air, is so fresh, that it stabs you wide awake and rubs the sleepiness away from your eyes. Who cares if you didn't sleep at all? Better that you didn't sleep, that you tried to steal a peek at how this spectacular little miracle quietly tip-toed in. It's morning, morning, morning glory. Now now now, all that matters is Now. Unravel as the day unravels itself. Walk, drenched in the dew that dips everything (even you) in a coat of shiny gloss which makes the earth look so young and new and yet exactly the same as it was before.