Mornings in the summer are not quite the crisp, chilled mornings of the fall. The sun is higher in the sky, the air is warm and inviting, and light is everywhere.
I’m fond of these summer mornings, they make the walk to the bus cheerful and easy.
For now, I appreciate only needed a light sweater at 6:47am… soon this will change into much warmer things for the dark, less colorful walk to and from my 522/312 rendezvous points.
Stand in the sun for a moment. Eyes closed. Even when the sun hangs lower in the sky. Breath deep. Early mornings aren’t so bad.