The solitude of an early morning appeals to me. Perhaps solitude, alone, appeals to me. But the mix of solitude and an early morning is food for my soul. I love the time before the sun shoves the darkness into the corners of drawers and gives me just a hint of what’s to be. Early, pre-light morning and I have an intimate relationship that goes deep.
Early morning and me. We are alike in so many ways. We are more private than we admit. We have no secrets, but we don’t tell all without a reason. We find comfort in one another’s company. Our love is beyond words.[I wrote this on April 23, 2011. It’s similar to what I wrote on January 11, 2014, but I think this is a more substantive and more personal way of saying what I felt. So here is another thought for the day on a topic that’s clearly near and dear to my heart.]