The birds have come awake and you can hear people walking quickly on the wet pavements on their way to work.
They say there is a time and place for everything... A time to wake and a time to sleep. But I did not make much use of the latter.
Do you know this song? It goes: "The sky is dark and grey, but I don't care what the weatherman says. It's a beautiful day!" It really is.
It's a gorgeous morning.
The breeze is fresh from the rain and somehow, there is music in the air. A slow kind of happy melody that makes one feel like drinking tea on a foggy mountain and smiling little smiles.
There are droplets falling off the outside ledge and I can pretend they're dripping off icicles.
I can pretend they're icicles and yet relish the fact that in a few hours, it will probably be hot enough to cook eggs on the sidewalk.