February 20, 2013 § Leave a comment
Mornings. Ask anyone who knows me, I’ve never been pleasant in the morning. When I’m home, my family usually knows not to speak to me for the first thirty minutes. But recently, I’ve started to sometimes enjoy the mornings. Waking up early is still painful, especially when I can feel the chilling winter air circulating in my room, but there’s something enchanting about early mornings. The knowledge that many people are still asleep, still unconscious to the new day, is calming. They still have a chance to start fresh. A chance at a new beginning.