Like a whisper, they move away as daylight breaks, and a second crowd develops. Hurry up . . . Hurry up . . . Hurry up . . . There's no time for a second cup of coffee.
Daylight is here.
And Freehold is racing against the clock. Cars turn off their headlights. Gridlock starts to be a factor. The borough wakes up and speeds up. Freehold's pulse is larger, louder.