I am most definitely a morning person.  As I write this, it is not quite 7 a.m., and I’m just starting on my coffee.  I’ve been up for two hours already – time spent starting laundry, reading email, watering the garden, putting away the clean dishes in the dishwasher, playing with the cat, and any number of other things that need to be done but only take five minutes.  I saw another gorgeous sunrise full of oranges and pinks that bloomed into a golden morning.  The grass is thick with dew but drying quickly as the sun gets higher on the horizon.  A few minutes before seven, my laptop and I hop in the car to head to my favorite coffee place, where I meet a friend to write for a couple of hours.  But first, I notice the little spider web “tents” all over the yard, highlighted by dew, and find the most spectacular spiderweb under the apple tree.  I must take a picture.  Then I head the 10 blocks or so to downtown, on quiet streets where the lights are all still on flashing yellow. Two enormous hot air balloons drift silently through the sky overhead, and every bird is singing.

Chris, the barista at the coffee shop, starts my caramel latte when I walk in the door of the coffee shop.  He’s handing it to me by the time I reach the counter.  He’s used to me.  And it is obvious to me that he is also a morning person.

I know a vast majority of the world would rather not see a sunrise.  But me?  I’m glad I’m awake to see them.  There is nothing like the feel, smell, and sound of a new day.  Everything is new.  Every possibility exists.  The world is still quiet (except for the birds) and there’s still time to fix anything that you didn’t fix the day before.  Every morning, I’m filled with ambition and a reasonably short to-do list.  I’m ready to tackle another day.

I have always been a morning person.  I get it from my dad.  No matter how late I would stay up, I would still wake at the crack of dawn.  My mother tells of me waking up in the morning as a baby, and standing in my crib and just singing away.  That is still my attitude most mornings, although real life and real days do eventually intrude and sometimes mess up what starts out great.

But still, I wouldn’t trade my morning personality for a night personality.  As a sun-lover I can’t really enjoy night-time hours.  Give me that daytime.  That new, that clean, that fresh start.  That, to me, is living.

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