The early morning in the city is a quiet, still, and sacred time. The rain at the earliest spark of daybreak over the city glows with the refraction of the first light glistening on the raindrops as they fall over the quiet hush of a waking city. Walking around at this time carries with it a bittersweetness, saying goodbye to the night that we've known, while saying hello to the hope of a new day and whatever it holds. The rain falling during this time brings a white noise and a hush to the dawning sidewalks and buildings, as we take the first steps in shallow puddles to wherever our journey for the day starts.