I like the early morning hours, the awakening of a new day.

It is still so quiet when the sun rises into the beginning of a day.

there is this soft almost tender morning light, no traffic yet, almost empty streets. But the days get shorter and the noise sneaks up in the dark.

the sunlight makes its appearance with such a delay, i might say, that my inner clock is disturbed when i see the real time on my watch.

the innocence of a day is deprived of the light and in a few months time the mornings will be celebrated only in the dark.

I wish i could stop the turning of time.