Morning Glory

Early mornings are so great. They have this special feel to them. It’s almost like time standing still for a while.

I know that waking up in the morning isn’t always the most fun thing you do. (Still, waking up next to the one you love isn’t such a bad reminder of how great life is, right?) But once you are up, you have the best hour of the day ahead of you. That is, if you take your time. There should be a rule stating that nobody can have you speed for the first hour after you wake up. Then, what do you do? You enjoy a good shower, you carefully dress, you have a nice coffee and/or breakfast, you read the morning paper, and then you step outside, into the day. And this is the only time of the day where you are not under pressure, not feeling as if you should be doing something else.

Early mornings are quiet, peaceful, serene, … Do you remember early paper rounds from your childhood? Being up and out before everybody. The world is so calm it makes you think of heaven, the sun gleaming at you, the stillness such that you feel detached from the three dimensions of the matter.

To my dismay, not everybody seems to share my opinion that mornings should be taken advantage of. As a demonstration of this it’s almost impossible to find a café open before lunch. Which is a tragedy, because mornings are exactly the time where you would like to sit in a café and ponder. Luckily, mom still found a couple of those. (She has a nose for places that open early.) And I stole a moment and had coffee with her before I went to work this morning. Best thing I did with my day!