A moment at dawn.



Its 5.00am,  as I walk briskly to the subway stairs, a guy carefully scans me from the corner of his eye. I've woken up after a long restful sleep I'm calm, the day looks beautiful even from the colours of the dawn and the spring time noises of birds chirping on the trees. Now the morning noises have changed and the bird calls are a standard sound track to my early morning routine.

Spring is slowly arriving, ever so quietly the trees are budding and the landscape is changing and New Yorkers are daring to go out, walk hand in hand, showing their skin freeing themselves from their armor of winter, smiling a little bit more now that the air caresses their skin ever so slightly and freeing their bodies from the deep winter sleep.

I walk down the steps of the subway, as figures not quite awake wait patiently for the train to arrive.  It's that early witching hour, and no one is quite there except for that special early morning crowd, my comrades my morning warriors. The lady who has scrubs is going to a hospital shift in the city. The construction worker who's weathered hands are holding a book that he's to diligently reading before the chaos of his day begins. A tall man sits in the corner listening to music slowly bopping his head to the beat. It's early but our lives have begun.

As I come up from the subway and walk down Broadway the dawn hits my eyes as it reflects off the buildings. The sun is rising and leaves a gold leaf covering over every building. Rays of sun slowly warming the sky and revealing colours in every corner of the city.





The cafes and bars are now lining the pavements with chairs and small tables. Ever so stylish men and women speaking Italian, Portuguese, French, Spanish eat their lunches and bask in the sun.



Its spring time in New York and it's my favourite season in the city. Full of blooming trees, promising weather, blue skies and music in the air.

hail to spring :)












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