Leaving my family, deep in their dreams, I slip outside before the arrival of dawn;
the orange street lights lit the path of the empty road, only for me to ride in quiet, peaceful bliss.
The cold early morning breeze hit my body, my teeth were chattering but the smile never left; the only life which existed for me was myself, and nature on the empty gravel road.
I could hear the wheels of my cycle rub against the gravel, an unexpectedly soothing sound. And as I passed each street light, as I passed each tree, the sky had finally begun to brighten.
Dawn was approaching and there I was, on top of a hill; staring at the entire city stretch up till the horizon. And there the sun rose, shining bright and golden;
telling me today was going to be another beautiful day to live.