morning

I love the morning. I find it quiet. Like it was created just for me. I guess that is one of the benefits of being a morning person. When I lived in France the mornings were so special. While everyone around me slept, I enjoyed dewy mornings with my coffee. Strolling through campus in the foggy mist. I loved sitting in my window looking out at the Mediterranean or jogging along the Grande Corniche.

Mornings are a time to experience newness and rebirth.