Friday Morning Breeze

Cool on my skin as I walked the avenue with a coffee in hand. Getting to be that time of the year when the morning commute happens in darkness. All good. Plenty to see on these days. Little warm windows into people’s lives. Everyone waking up in their own time. Work still happens on Fridays, sadly. I’d gladly hang out and watch the sun come up and listen to the neighbourhood get its day going.

83rd in the morning
83 Street in the AM

Hope your weekend is breezy and light.