I'm not a morning person. At all. Not even a little tiny bit. Every Wednesday I leave the house at 7:30 and I'm pretty much still asleep (even after 2 cups of coffee). But it's mornings like this, when the only word I can think of to describe it is serene, ones like this that are so peaceful they take your breath away, that make me glad I have one day a week where I get to be out in the world a little earlier than usual.
(This is Graveley St. I love my street. And blooming trees.)
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