Greetings from the awake

Morning is my favorite part of the day.

Evening to midnight are tempting because they are often spontaneous and fun, but I suppose it would not have been as much of a good night if I didn’t have a refreshing morning.

Do you have a big window at home, where there is a platform or some sort of space where you can sit by, and sip on your very first coffee or tea of the day? It is my (ideal) daily routine; to be close to the window with my drink very first thing in the morning, and maybe have a piece of toast.
If it was a nice day, the warm rays of light lift me up; acting like a reminder of the One who brought everything to me, to us. What grace it brings, what warmth and acknowledgement.
If it was a cloudy day, I would want to sit even closer to the window, so that I could get as much natural light as I could. Cloudy days might seem boring, but I’d say they are a sacrifice that contrasts on the sunny days and the rainy days. They are almost like the middle child, who is often not cared for as much and who looks for someone or something to be loyal to.
If it was a rainy day, oh it would be a time for indulgence in fragility. Rainy days make it just that much easier to self-pity, to reflect, to think, to be sorrowful, while being perhaps subconsciously aware of the fact that everything is okay for there is still a shelter shielding you from the rain. I often feel beautiful and elegant on rainy days, where there are lingering thoughts in my head—maybe denied and unrevealed regrets—yet I know that I have everything I need, and more is to come. I guess it is within this sense of security that I am allowed to become greedy in wanting more, and yearning for what I do not or cannot have. That is also the source to feeling especially pretty on such days; are not beautiful people beautiful because they have the power to be greedy while knowing that they can, or already, have it all?

In the morning, one is able to see all things still from the previous night that emerged to day; one can catch them off guard, see the very most natural, peaceful, and calming face of all. It is the time before things go wild preparing for the conscious and unconscious day, and after, for some is attempts of, rest in restlessness.