In my defense, it’s partly because of a post-flu hangover…that stage in recovery when you’ve slept too much for the last two days (because you couldn’t do anything but sleep), and so now you’re wide awake at ungodly hours.
But it’s also partly because there’s something almost magical about this time of day. I sat out on the terrace for a while with my coffee and just witnessed the slow waking of the world, the first faint streaks of daylight stretching up from the horizon, the near cacophony of birdsong. There were no barking dogs or neighbours “sharing” their music, and traffic sounds were at a minimum. In fact, when I listened carefully, I’m pretty sure I could almost hear the world breathe. Magic, I tell you. 🙂
The chill drove me in sooner than I would have liked, but there’s a kind of peace to the house at this time, too. I have two snoozing cats keeping me company right now, and a bunny running around the living room doing “binkies” (the term for the funny little hops they do when they’re happy). Giant Dog has elected to remain on squirrel patrol outside, where the sun is up but the neighbourhood remains quiet.
While I don’t know that I’ll want to get up at 4 a.m. every day 😯 , early definitely has its merits.
I may even wander out to the garden for a little while before hubby and I go for our usual Saturday breakfast date.
Or maybe not… 😉