Morning
There is something that I really love about the early morning. Early early morning. When the sun is still hiding but the sky is lighting up letting you know it’s going to rise any minute. The air is still, the birds sound peaceful and the world is still asleep. Although, I suppose that depends on where you are. At my home in Connecticut it’s very peaceful, I’d love to wake up and just sit on the back patio, take in the nature that surrounds me and watch the sun rise. The sky goes from dark blue to gray to light blue with that beautiful hint of pink and orange following the trace of the clouds above. I’d love to clench my coffee mug and just truly relax. When I am in New York City the quiet isn’t as quiet, but it’s not as loud as you might expect it would be either. The sky still paints the same picture in the sky, only the hint of gray is more obvious and I suppose that’s due to the smog. There are still birds and the birds still sing a peaceful morning song...