Before coffee
The city still sleeps.
But some are already in motion.
Water, wheels, muscle, breath.
I walk. I watch. I listen.
The light is low, the air still soft.
A quiet kind of focus fills the morning.
I belong to it, just as I am.
Stillness · Transformation · Fire
The city still sleeps.
But some are already in motion.
Water, wheels, muscle, breath.
I walk. I watch. I listen.
The light is low, the air still soft.
A quiet kind of focus fills the morning.
I belong to it, just as I am.