A light white fog embrase my breath. The sun is slowly waking up into life and the houses slowly start to get up. But still it's too early. The road lays empty ahead and even the birds are not up to sing their song in choire. It is still too cold, still too dark. The bus turn up out from the hill and comes towards me. Waking me up from my morning dissernss. It's awake, its alive doing its purpose. Now it is time for me. A new day is finally hre.