So, maybe I'm a weirdo and I kind of love mornings.
They are cozy and calm. The din of the day isn't assaulting my ears and I feel the most grounded of any other time. I used to be a solo morning adventurist as I married a college style boy, but Ro is a morning person extraordinaire.
She needs no time from consciousness to movement. I need time. She is all at once awake and onto the floor, headed for the door, chatting, completely coherent. It's unreal.
There is definitely something special about stepping into a quiet, cool morning. The sky is a lighter blue and not entirely free of it's night time hues. I hear things that I don't hear later in the day. My footsteps. Birds. Nothing. Later in the day "nothing" becomes obsolete.....
....unless it already is: