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Early in the morning, before the sun had fully risen above the rooftops, the small park near the river was already filled with quiet movement.

A thin layer of fog rested over the water, slowly drifting between the trees that lined the walking paths.

The grass still carried drops of dew that reflected the pale light of the morning sky.

Milan walked slowly along the path, his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

He had developed the habit of coming here before work whenever he needed a moment of calm.

The city beyond the park was already beginning to wake up.

Distant sounds of traffic echoed faintly between the buildings.

A cyclist passed him quietly and disappeared around the bend in the path.

Milan stopped near a wooden bench facing the river and watched the surface of the water move gently in the current.

For several minutes he simply stood there, listening to the subtle sounds of the morning.

The quiet rustling of leaves.

The distant call of birds.

The soft movement of water against the shore.

Moments like this always reminded him that even in the busiest cities, small pockets of calm still existed.

You simply had to wake up early enough to find them.