Friday, cold winter day, on the run

Day three

The early morning hours are gone.

The sun is already high up in the sky.

The days get longer. The winter is holding on and the brighter light is a false sensation. It lures me outside to embrace the day yet, the temperatures are still cruel and the sunlight cold.

The car will be cold too - for a while. But it's a long drive to the city, and for a couple of hours silent roads will be our company before the city catches up. the traffic intensifies and the contemplative mood will be set aside for the rest of the day and the loud and noisy streets of Manhattan will enter and excite my mind. Round trips are long and i wonder how my sore voice will hold up. the coffee is cold and the day is lying ahead. But, I can see the night already, the emerging moon. 

Rounds trips are days in parenthesis.