The morning light is soft, all muted, diffused through a layer of patchy clouds. The day begins gentle.
The traffic is light, schools closed for the summer, the commute far less frantic. The day begins easy.
The driver's side window is cracked to let in the coolest air of the day, the heat not yet wakened, the breeze tousling my hair lightly. The day begins fresh.
The birds are singing, twittering, whistling, calling, chirping, delighted. The day begins cheerful.