Lately, in the last few weeks I have been starting my days a little earlier than usual. I wake up to let my maid in. As she goes about her chores. I sit in my living room and see the sunlight stream through the window.
I read the paper.
See pretty pictures on Instagram and Tumblr.
Drink coffee.
Eat some cereal.
Tidy up my house.
I love these quiet hours of the morning. A time for me sit still. Plan my day. Just soak up the sun and stillness.
I am not a morning person. I function better in the night. I have always been a night owl. I studied late into the night. I read into the night. I have the best conversations at night.
But lately, mornings are making me inordinately happy.
Maybe things are changing. Maybe, God forbid, I am changing.
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