There is something special about dawn. At the expense of being called biased I will even say that desert dawns are more special; there is something enchanting about the way the sun shines through the palm trees and the color of the sky is every shade in between red and yellow. Even in such a bustling, crowded city as Amman, dawn is peaceful, quiet, calm.
This morning I went for a walk in the neighborhood and my love of mornings was rekindled. The soft breeze carried the sweet fragrance of jasmine as I felt my legs move below me. It felt good to be in the fresh air, in solitude, preparing for the day ahead of me.