Morning.
The light was just peeking over the tops of Suna residences, but people were already up and moving about, preparing to make the most of the coolest part of the day. Gaara watched from his position in the Kage's tower, as he did most every other morning. The cool air was already blowing away, ready to be replaced by the warm, dry heat of the desert days. It was the only time of day where Gaara could stand still and feel wind playing with his rust-colored locks. It was calming, though perhaps not necessarily comforting. He turned back into his sparse bedroom--although perhaps that wasn't the best name for the room that held but a comfortable chair, table, and bookcases.
He approached the closet and selected from within a tunic and pants. He changed from his night clothes (an only slightly warmer version of his daily clothes) and took his vest from the hook next to his door and fastened it around him. Belts around his waist and black sandals finished his attire. He only paused a moment before hefting the sand-filled gourd onto his back, it's weight settling familiarly. Now truly complete, he could begin his day.