About 7.30 in the morning.
Suddenly I am just caught by a moment.
Morning sunlight on the soft gentle greens of newly opened beech leaves.
Birdsong.
Peace and reflection.
If I didn’t commute to work by bike how could I have had such a moment?
In case you think I am far too smug about my rural commute I can report that 20 minutes later I was in the snarl of Brussels traffic and the sunlight was replaced by rain. But what is important is that I can forget that, but I won’t forget the uplift I got from my moment of magic.
I hope you had a moment like that as part of your day. You are one of the lucky people.
I Do Not Despair 
On hearing birds singing early in the morning I recall cycling through the night on Audax events. Great to realise that another day is dawning.
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Arriving at work energized always beats arriving at work frazzled and beat up from a bad commute. Well spoken.
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