Morning in the city can be interesting depending on what city you are in. I recall the days when I lived in New York City, the morning started out quiet and slow in my Brooklyn neighborhood, but little you saw more and more people and heard lots of noise. But what was it all about? I can remember in the 70’s it was called the rat race. People going from point A to point B to make a few bucks to make a living. I ponder in between the rush to get work, school, etc did anyone every stop for a few moments and quiet down?
Maybe you live you smallberry, USA, a town in the south or Midwest. There appears to be no rush to get anywhere, but you do have things to do and places to go. So whether you live in a big Urban city or small town USA, what does a day really mean to you? At the end of day what matters to you?