The early morning shrouded the city in a light haze. The first rays of the sun timidly broke through the thick clouds, painting the roofs of houses a soft pink color. The cool air pleasantly refreshed the face, and the wet asphalt glistened after the night rain.
Rare cars occasionally drove along the deserted streets, breaking the morning silence. The first runners and dog walkers had already appeared in the parks, enjoying the silence before the start of the working day. Birds began their morning song, greeting the new day.
At such moments, you especially keenly feel the beauty of simple things: the rustling of leaves, the singing of birds, the freshness of the morning. This is the time when the city belongs only to you, when you can calmly think about important things and gather strength for a new day.
