Mornings.

There's something very personal about mornings. I feel very solitary. I mean early though, before sunrise. When everything is bathed in a pastel blue-purple colour. It's a very good feeling because I've been feeling a little boxed in lately. Crowded.

I'm glad to have pre-sunrise mornings. I'm glad because I feel like they belong to only me. It's only me in the world and even though that's quite silly it's the way that I like it.

It reminds me of a character in a book I read recently, My Friend Leonard by James Frey. He walks through a deserted Chicago in the wee small hours of the morning. It gives him time to think, escape in a way.

It's a good book, you should read it.

Listen to January Rain by David Gray as well. But listen to it just before sunrise.

Don't know what I'm saying anymore, I fear the lack of sleep is now catching up with me.

Enjoy.