Just stepped outside for a sniff of the air. It's 7:20 (I remembered to turn my clock ahead), the sky is dark blue, save on the horizon, where an orange gleam can be seen through the bare branches of the eastern trees. The air is a balmy 52 degrees, and the birds are already singing. It's a morning of promise.
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