Mornings generally make the world seem either larger and more overwelming or smaller and more manageable than it had seemed the previous evening.
Every now and then, however, comes a morning that simply seems obscure and that makes one feel vaguely troubled about nothing in particular.
This is such a morning, it seems to me, and the very blue light falling through the window adds to a sense that today, though as a day not particularly competent (or, thus, ultimately dangerous), is nonetheless and on the whole up to no good.