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On the road before the world wakes up

The house is still asleep as I close the door behind me. Coffee, keys, an empty suburban street. The summer pace has already set in—it feels a bit like Tomas Ledin’s "En dag på stranden," except it’s five in the morning and I’m heading in the wrong direction for a day at the beach. No rush yet. On my way to the garage, I see a sky that has already begun to brighten in the east.