There’s something about an early morning that has its appeal. When the sun has not yet risen, but is on its way to greeting you for the day. The night says a long goodbye. Time is frozen. Everyone else doesn’t really exist. There are no expectations. No demands. No rushed flight to the elevator. There is nothing commanding your attention but the limitless possibilities of the day.
Pretty places for morning strolls (or let’s be honest, anytime strolls):
“I like the dark part of the night, after midnight and before four-thirty, when it’s hollow, when ceilings are harder and farther away. Then I can breathe, and can think while others are sleeping, in a way can stop time, can have it so — this has always been my dream — so that while everyone else is frozen, I can work busily about them, doing whatever it is that needs to be done, like the elves who make the shoes while children sleep.” —Dave Eggers, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius