I’ve always loved the morning.  The early morning grey, right before the sun rises.  I’m up before the birds most days.  My natural instinct.  To rise before the sun – not sure why, but it’s been that way since I can remember.

I used to rehearse early in the morning too – dancer me.  I miss those days.  Running that early just isn’t the same. Now I write. But yes, I love the sweet morning.  The quiet, the “preparing-ness” of it all.  It’s always a new beginning.  Always a possibility.  Something miraculous could happen when you begin again.  Maybe that’s why I always wake at the crack of dawn – eager to see how it all might unfold. 

Beautiful sweet day to you.

4 thoughts on “Morning

  1. Thank you Carmen! Have a wonderful day too!
    By the way, what do you think about visiting our beautiful country? It would be nice to see you here!


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