The sun is yet to rise, glowing black blue. I’m not quite alert yet, but 6am yoga practice will pry me slowly open.
The air’s too crisp for windows down. Silence.
The birds somewhere are just uncurling from slumber, up high. Soon their song will trickle through the morning silence, turning those still in bed. Then, sweetening those early morning moments, as eyes open.
I love the sound of birds chirping in the morning.