Prague wakes up snuggled under a cashmere blanket
the night clouds have thrown.

It lifts up the diffused light back to the sky — a milky haze
over the Dancing House, Portheimka Park, and the green spires on the red Church of Saint Wenceslaus nearby.

It muffles the Monday morning rumble of trams at Anděl, inviting all dogs to roll over and play alive under the white-edged lindens.

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