I like mornings. Perhaps it is because I’ve become a creature of habit, or my energy level is higher. Maybe it is the solitude, or the quite time for reflection. I don’t know, but on most days I like to get out of bed, go through my morning routine, and prepare for the day.
Take today for example, I’ve started early enough to sit and spend a few minutes considering my blessings, gazing at the night sky before the sun begins to paint it into day, and sip a cup of coffee. The world is quite and I can close my eyes and see the faces of friends and family both near and far, recent and past.
I like mornings.