The view from the window.

7.10 am. Morning's just here. Its the most motivating time of the day. The sun is still in the process of rising. Like us mortal humans, the cold probably makes it lazier in the mornings too. It probably wakes up in stages before realizing it would miss get behind its schedule.
There's something awesome about post-all-nighter mornings. They make you feel super-human. Others have succumbed to being normal and slept, while you've used that time to accomplish other things. I guess people like me need the occasional all-nighter to belief in their abilities. Otherwise we'd die from feeling low.
Its quite calm and peaceful. The window has rain-drops from the previous night. For a moment you think the city is sleeping. Only for a moment. A bus passes by partially field with the early-risers. In the distance is a plane ready to land at the Heathrow runway any minute. Behind it the clouds race by swiftly confirming the pace of the city even at this early hour.