Sometimes in the summer, when I was young, we would set an alarm to wake up early and go outside to play.
I remember those mornings well; the wet grass, birds chirping, cool morning air. It was so peaceful. The world seemed full of promise and life felt good.
I’m not a morning person by any stretch of the meaning. I never feel the need to rise early to start my day. I know the sunrise is beautiful and there’s no wind and the sky is clear….but I’d rather be snuggled in my bed sleeping, letting others enjoy this time of day.
I got up early this morning, really early, 5:30am early. Not sure why, just felt like I wanted to. I did enjoy the morning and its beauty. It reminded me of that time when I was young, my parents in the barn while my sister and I played. My feet could almost feel the morning dew on the grass. It was a good memory. 🌅