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A Morning Person Dating an Owl
Love Is Also About Energies
I love mornings. I love mornings when they’re not even mornings yet. I love waking up before the sun. Of tricking it and me being faster than something so giant. I like to drink my coffee hot, open the windows, and watch the sun slowly rise behind the hill.
I like the silence of the morning, and the thousand and one thoughts that occur to me upon awakening. I look down the street and see it empty, without its normal noise.
In the distance, a car passes by, and some early birds are already moving and walking down the street. Bread rolls are distributed among the houses, and some windows also open while others seem permanently closed.
I like mornings in any season of the year. I like a winter morning and the coffee smoke billowing out onto the balcony.
I love summer mornings when the breeze is still mild. I like walking on the beach and feeling the cold of the ocean entering me as I hear the seagulls battling for fish. There is nothing like morning light. It gives me energy, wakes me up, makes me happy.
It makes me want to go biking, running, work, write three books in a day, play with my cat, climb any mountain.
I am a morning person, I think I always will be. There were rare mornings that I…