an early morning in my neighborhood

only a symphony of my footsteps on the pavement and a few bird calls. the smell of the boulangerie -- are these not aromatherapy candles? the dew-covered cars glinting in the street lights. the young, stale air, cold as ever. vegetables emerging on the tables of the farmer's market, and one man whistling while positioning his canopy. a police car passing by sharing with me that glance of assurance. secretly taking off my shoes in the elevator so as not to wake any neighbors as i come in.

sometimes it's worth staying up the whole night just to get a glimpse of the things that make my day go; the simple pleasures are always there, waiting to be seen and noticed.

5am is beautiful.

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