I was up early. The supermarket lights still waking.
Outside, the sky was alive with colour. Hot air balloons drifting, sunlight spilling across quiet streets.
Everything moved slow. The air felt light.
Soon I’ll merge into peak hour, where everyone’s chasing somewhere to be.
But for a moment, I saw what the day could feel like before the rush decided for it.
Like magic still had space to breathe.
