Rose and fireflies dancing in the spiderwebs. Talking for hours and dozing off with the tv on. The record skips a few times and we pick a new song to fall asleep to. Morning coffee, a few minutes late to work, a brisk walk down the street window shopping for the upcoming fall season. Wool sweaters, bare trees, cold nights. The sweetest reminder that summer has one foot out the door.
The street lights go off as the new day begins and the city starts to wake. The magical hour between dawn and morning, the fog in the air and the dew on the grass. The slow hum of traffic and the cool breeze that signify the joy of a new day.