A quiet foggy and crisp walk this morning to watch the sun rise.

I stopped to admire this and in my ears I was listening to Morrissey’s : Everyday Is Like Sunday. (Which I then listened to a few times more).

(I’m not going to go into his political leanings here)..

This morning’s playlist had to be The Smiths.

It was just the morning for it. There’s something about being all rugged up, hands in pockets, walking on wet cold streets listening to this music and just looking down on the pavement.

It was my 20s all over again.