When I was young I hated waking up early. I’d sleep in as long as I could. I couldn’t understand how anyone could enjoy being awake before sunrise.
Somewhere along the way in my life, that changed and I developed a love of being awake before sunrise. The calm, the stillness, the peace of early morning is a time I cherish now. Whether sitting outside or being cozy in my house as the sky lightens… my soul finds joy in these morning hours.
There’s a magic in these times. A wonderful magic that only comes when the sky is darkened or when or in the middle of a forest or sitting on a beach with nothing but the sound of waves crashing.
In these times the expanse of the universe and magnificence of nature are so very evident. Everything else fades away.
So many things change as we grow older, we learn and grow. I’m especially thankful for the change to becoming an early riser.