I like mornings in the city, the rush and choreographed chaos of the urban commute.
I like to see people with wet hair, an intimate look often only seen by families or your lover. Wet hair makes people look more vulnerable, more alive.
I like to smell the fresh soaps and aftershaves recently applied.
I like to watch the scurrying with cups of coffee held close to cold faces. I like to image what they packed for lunch in those cooler packs.
Hours and hours lie ahead to spoil everything, but in the morning there is a sense of tenacity and commitment that makes it all seem okay, since there is all of us.