At dawn there is a strange hour. Not even, this is too generous, and about ten or fifteen minutes, when the asphalt looks white and colourless trees-contour, just illuminated from the inside.
It is a joyful and bright moments. Perceives as the day comes to life. Life is not yet visible, but already is approaching somewhere on the way. It's not shining triumphant sun noon and early, hopeful dawn.