Then there are these mornings, the 4 am cycling till 8 am, until we reach our home in those summer vacations of the last year of school. There couldn’t be a better way of spending them. Drinking cold coffee of the dairy near GT after 8 km of cycling felt like heaven. It wasn’t the taste of coffee, but of the morning, and the workout and fun. Or maybe of the coffee, too. Looking at the day rise, while many fast vehicles overtook us was amazing. Looking at the people sleeping on the footpaths made us aware of the reality. Looking at hens and listening to their coo’s made the mornings even better.