The Face Of A Morning

The slow beginning of a day and the birdsong grows out of the twilight to bring the sun up to the face of morning. We are here, waiting for the day to begin whilst the rest of the world is sleeping, missing this – the best part of any day.

Maybe that best part is the lack of anything human, though, so maybe if everyone woke up at the crack of dawn then it would, like everything else touch by the heavy human hand, be made bland by overuse.