I’ve always been a morning person. Growing up on a farm, I remember how I hated having to be up early, all year ’round to take care of animals, the fields, and such. Years later, I found I would still wake in the Summer at 5am, excited to get outside to my little garden and take care of the house before breakfast, leaving a big day in front of me free and clear. Now? I still love mornings. Even weekend mornings are nice to be up early while my spouse and kids are still in bed for hours. I take walks with hardly any cars on the roads, catching the scents of other people’s bacon and toast along with the occasional hum of a dryer and the smell of fabric softener.
I like those times best. No iPod. No radio. Just the sound of my shoes on the sidewalk, chirping of birds, and the occasional whistle of the train going through town.
It’s a good time to gather my thoughts.
Yes. Mornings are the best.