I’m a morning person. By that, I mean I relish the newness of morning. The quietness. The still and calm before the storm of the day begins. I’m not a bubbly person – at any point of the day. So, when I call myself a ‘morning person’, that just means I prefer morning to night. It does not mean the kids come downstairs to find me singing show tunes or bouncing around the kitchen.
When fog and sun meet in the wee hours of the morning – that is my favorite. Typically I leave the house for Crossfit before the sun rises. Yesterday a bunch of circumstances meant I slept a little longer and was home when the sun peeked over the field. I needed it. Something about sunny, foggy mornings makes me a take a deep breath and exhale. It is a beautiful welcome to a new day.