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I more often than not occasionally find myself in front of the window of my room every morning after waking up, opening the curtain to find the outside world usually bathed in pallid light, to witness the morning scene slowly unfolding in front of me without me actually being conscious of the act itself. Staring to the outside world from the second floor window of my house, which is unfortunately located in one of the bustling areas of the city, I familiarize myself more with the way people start the day. They way those office workers walk with their hurried steps, the way they stand with slumped shoulders as they wait for buses to, respectively, take them somewhere, some place, could be anywhere, really; some with a trace of sleepiness, some almost expressionless, some looking annoyed, some deeply brooding, buried in what I conclude as utter distaste mixed with consternation, probably not really anticipating what the day has to offer to them.
