It is 6am. I am sitting on my sofa, curled in a blanket, with my laptop (appropriately) on my lap. I am gazing out my front window at the blue-grey dawn and the dark silhouettes of the trees. The lights from downtown twinkle in the distance. The birds are singing furiously, lighting the dark and overcast morning with song. I am, strangely, at peace.
Mornings are often frantic and hurried. Snooze has always been a very good and frequent companion, and I always am racing to make work on time. But not this morning. This morning I’ve been up since 2am. (I was woken by heartburn.) However, I’m actually thankful for this time I’ve had to just sit and ponder and read online. Usually my time to go online and read (articles, blogs, etc) is in the evening and there is often an element of frustration and angst that the days end is approaching and I will have to battle sleep. But with the morning, there is nothing to battle. I can just sit, and listen, and appreciate. It’s quite lovely actually.
Who knows, I may switch from a night owl to a morning person.
[Somehow I think the chances of this actually happening are highly unlikely.]