4:08 am… Morning air so crisp and pure, unspoiled by the harshness of the day, still moist and alive with life, outside the grip of Sun’s blazing rays. I closed my eyes just for a moment, just long enough for me to see myself running through open fields of golden grass within my mind. As I opened my eyes, there it was: dawn, and morning air – still crisp and pure, unspoiled by the harshness of the day.
