Apparently I am the Early Morning

You're the time of day right around sunrise, when the sky is still a pale bluish gray. The streets are empty, and the grass and leaves are a little bit sparkly with dew. You are the sound of a few chirpy birds outside the window. You are quiet, peaceful, and contemplative. If you move slowly, it's not because you're lazy – it's because you know there's no reason to rush. You move like a relaxed cat, pausing for deep stretches that make your muscles feel alive. You are long sips of tea or coffee (out of a mug that's held with both hands) that slowly warm your insides just as the sun is brightening the sky.


While I like the early morning, I can't say that this really describes me. Relaxed? Moving slowly? Maybe in the early morning I'm like that; I love being up at 6, when it's quiet and every else is still asleep. I do some dishes or laundry, check email, maybe knit or make a to-do list for the day. But after the family wakes up and the day starts for the rest of the world, I'm a lot more like a twitchy cat, wanting to get things done and being generally peripatetic.