This morning, as I was taking my usual early exercise (5:00 a.m.) on the hills near my apartment, I was impressed, as I usually am at that time, with the silence and emptiness of the neighborhood. It was as if the houses and trees and soft breezes and I were the only things present. A few lights softly glowed in windows, and now and then a car whispered past me, but for the most part there was a sort of beautiful desolateness everywhere as I climbed the hills.
The streets seemed asleep and deserted. It’s what I love most about the pre-dawn moments. The world seems to be silently waiting for the miracles of a new day to commence. All seems hushed and poised. Life is resting in stillness, suspended on the brink of beautiful daylight hours.
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