It's Sunday morning. The sky is beginning to fill with lighter shades that will become the day. It's that blessedly quiet portion of time between dawn, and let's get moving. And today is about getting moving, as I watch the strokes of dark gray magically replaced with streamers of blue and white.
There is no sound as the world pauses before coming fully awake. A distant bark of dog and hesitant chirp of bird try to stir the slumbering scene. They gradually fade, then return again a little brighter and stronger. It's time to stretch, and rub the crusty sleep from our eyes. It's time to look out of our windows, and see the day begin to unfold. Nature's own alarm clock is ringing.
It's Sunday morning, and it's time to get moving.
TT
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