At Dawn

Every morning, even weekends, I rise at 6 am.  This is in part due to our recently adopted pup’s biological demands but I voice no protest.  I welcome my mornings of solitude with a snoring dog and the daybreak serenade of my winged neighbors.  

There is something bewitching about the world as it’s just blinking awake.  Vistas become heavenly and even the truly quotidian transforms to majestic when bathed in a lemony glow. 

Morning is when my head is cleared of clutter and just enough glitter remains from my slumberous adventures.  I’m at my most creative in the early hours, unburdened by the constraints of daily minutiae.  Research shows that women tend to be morning folk, while men are more likely to take up with the owls.  I know this is true in our household, where Phil sleeps until forced awake.  I’m hardwired as an early-riser, both my mother and my father are up with the birds (to be fair, my father was a firefighter and prior to that worked delivering newspapers - I think his predilection for dawn stems from environmental conditioning).  

Are you a morning person?