i am not a morning person but i marvel in its catharsis. be it getting up early or going home late, the eerie quiet of dawn creeps into your soul and under your skin sending chills down your spine, just enough to irk you to no end. the lack of noise from the hustle and bustle of city life calms my entire being and there is that elusive sense of safety but yet not entirely so. it’s as if breathing in the six a.m. air is as effective as my morning dose of coffee - energising and invigorating.



i am most definitely not a morning person, but i’d very much like to be.