Monday mornings are generally embraced with lackluster enthusiasm as the daunting awareness of a full working week weighs groggily on our minds. This morning however changed the routine of mundane as I took my brother out for breakfast in the city before work. Black suits and laptops occupied the oaken tables, the gentle aroma of summer was captured in the delicate violet of draping bougainvillea, and the early morning sun seeped through vine covered trellis like a warm and welcome friend.

The city has an almost groggy pacifity about it at 7:00 in the morning… it is almost as though it too is savouring the last lingering memory of the weekend in its wake. Over a beautiful gourmet breakfast and the enchanting aroma of Arabic coffee, Stephen and I savoured a few moments of relaxed conversation before launching the bellowing sails of our fast-approaching work day. What a peaceful way to start a morning.