It is a beautiful morning. The skyline of the city is set against a roiling grey sky.
The pavement is wet with overnight rain. The tires of the cars that pass swish with thrown up surface water.
Occassionally, when there are no cars in the immediate vacinity, there is a pocket of near-silence.
There is just me and the city.
So starts another working day.
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