we’re old friends, me and the morning. I can rely on the morning to be there for me. to offer me solace. to let me quietly reflect on things. to help me accomplish things big and small. I know I’ll always have the morning when I need it. a fresh start. before the day has swept away into bustle and chaos. when reality still remains so close to intention..
And I take care of morning too. I notice it when others would just as soon ignore it. Sleep in, I believe it’s called. I enjoy the morning light, the softness of it. the time for half-formed thoughts. a time for small projects and preparations. a treasure trove of time when the night before ended too soon. I take joy in it and spread joy about it. never badmouthing it for being “too early” or for robbing me of sleep. morning gives me so much more than it takes. clarity. thoughtfulness. solitude. preservation. forethought. morning lets me exist in my own context.