Monday morning, 6am

Coffee in hand I sit, watching the slow, cool glow slowly seep through the sky. The sun will soon join me and the dawn chorus (a couple of crows) is in full voice. The growls and grumbles of traffic increase their fervour as the city slides into another week and we, her inhabitants, slowly stir. The sun is rising, Monday calls and it's time to repeat your corporate charades. So I sit with my coffee, watching the leaves silhouetted against the lilac-hued sky, and dream...