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Alone at Dawn by Delsjön

I hate climbing out of a warm bed into a cold bedroom and pulling on shorts, socks, shoes, top and a light running jacket before heading outdoors into the black of night. But I absolutely adore the feeling of being up before everybody else on a Sunday morning, running along with Jakob through the morning mists enveloping a lake. Feeling sorry for all the people still in their beds not getting a chance to bask in the early rays of the morning sun as it climbs above the treetops faintly trying to warm our faces. That’s when we smile.

When you reach the top, keep climbing.

And believe me, breakfast never tastes better than afterwards.

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  1. mama #

    adorable !! both foto and feeling

    24 November, 2013

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