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.
