I bicycle to the pool every morning, year-round, at the same hour: 5:30am. As winter changes to spring and spring changes to summer, I witness those changes through the lens of this moment of the day — from 5:30 to 6am. In winter, at that hour, it’s still night. By mid-summer, it’s after sunrise, and the day has already started. These weeks, now, are my favorites. 5:30 is the hour when the birds begin singing their morning songs in the pre-dawn and dawn. There’s something unique and special about riding down a Brooklyn street at that hour, with the birds, invisible in the trees and bushes, but surrounded by buildings, singing all around me.
I don’t know if it’s exactly “friendly,” in that the birds aren’t singing for me, however it’s definitely one of those moments that bring me enormous pleasure and bring me a lot of happiness, first thing in the morning.
Evidence of a friendly universe: song birds.
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