Saturday morning and it is pretty early to be awake. I really like the quiet atmosphere of the early morning, unfortunately I usually break that up with the sound of the coffee grinder. There is a trade-off between the sense of sound and the sense of smell. They seem to stand about equal, the smell of coffee being ground and the peaceful solitude of early morning.
For some reason I am reminded of the story: The Phantom Tollbooth.
Perhaps it is because of the story of the musical director. He has command of all the instruments that make sound in the morning, even a way to paint the sky through music that he conducts.
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