It's quiet. It's early. My coffee is hot. The sky is still black. The world is still asleep. The day is coming.
In a few moments the day will arrive. It will roar down the track with the
rising of the sun. The stillness of the dawn will be exchanged for the noise of the
day. The calm of solitude will be replaced by the pounding pace of the human
race. The refuge of the early morning will be invaded by decisions to be made and deadlines to be met.
For the next twelve hours I will be exposed to the day's demands.
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kate
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