Morning

Up at first light in London. Something distinctly rare in my little world. Still up at dawn maybe, but this way round…..its never been me.

A few surprises. The streets are empty. Less hustle, bustle and stress. A beautiful, bright day. The sun creeping up beyond Tower Bridge, burning away the haze which rises from the river and obscures the Wharf. Day after day, watching the myriad of skies from London Bridge - a simple private pleasure of life.

A Sublime tune, one smile from a lady at Mr Coffee and the day doesn't look so bad. Just another day. The wheel turns.