Weekday Mornings.

there's something completely magical about mornings in the city.
early mornings.
when things are eerily still.
and no one is at the office yet.
and there's a fog coming over the Hudson that makes you remember the umbrella that you left at home.
something truly peaceful about the waking of a world below you.
a world with emails to read and media lists to create and pitches to write and phone calls to make and meetings to attend.
and cups of peppermint mocha. so many cups of peppermint mocha.

we should love the things that fill our days. (most days, I do.) because days become months. and months become years.

and mornings? mornings I adore.