6:30

6:30 AM. The alarm went off at six. On purpose. Quick coffee, bike shorts on, shoes on, out the door.

Outside, it's quiet. Not a soul, not a car, nothing. Just the street and a sky slowly turning orange. The air is cool, your legs still heavy. But after ten minutes, you find your rhythm. And then you stop, look around, and think: Damn, that's beautiful.