Early, early, morning in the city. Quiet, cleansing, rain all night. The air is clear, the streets are clean, early risers out. They walk to work, they walk the dog, shopkeeper sweeps the sidewalk, newsman loads the box with fresh papers.
Everyone is fresh, eye contact easy, nods exchanged, smiles shared. The rich, the poor, the working, the idle, all the same in this fleeting moment of new birth.