I was never much of a morning person until I was older. Perhaps some of that had to do with being a teenager, even though for me “sleeping in” at the time meant 9AM at the latest. Still, I didn’t know that I was missing the best part of the day.
I don’t think I truly appreciated the morning until I became a runner in college. Getting up to run before class introduced me to what early morning means…
Light foot steps
And there is a solidarity with other early risers, the ones who walk to the coffee shop around the corner before most people are out of bed. You have the world to yourselves.