Today’s poem:
Being a morning person is like being a Hufflepuff. No one want to raise their hand and claim to be one. Yup, I know morning people make you night-owls out there want to vomit, but I am unabashedly one.
For one thing, I have trouble sleeping in the morning. But I really got in the habit of rising early so I could do whatever I wanted without competition. No big brother to fight with over what Saturday morning cartoon we would watch. No roommate to peek curiously at my awkward morning exercise routine. I love the idea that I get a piece of day no one else is using, and I can shape it however I want. Maybe that’s why my best writing is often done in the mornings. What about you?
Sarah E. Morin 
I am working on becoming a morning person. I’m sure it will happen eventually, just not today. Thanks for sharing and giving me something to strive for.
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I’m definitely a morning person though lately I don’t get enough sleep which has messed that up a bit. I’ve always loved the quiet of the world, possibly barely broken by some chirping birds. The crisp hint of chill in the air waiting to melt off as the sun rises. I also tend to be the type to snap awake and start going at 100 miles an hour so my favorite time to set off on trips is super early so I can get miles under my belt before the roads get busy. Proverbs 27:14 was written for me as I often have to remind myself not to chatter anyone’s ear off (especially hubby’s) while they’re still getting the sleep from their eyes. 😉
When I was around 11 or 12 or so, one of my brothers and I used to get up at the crack of dawn, make hot chocolate, and I read the Narnia books aloud to him. It was our special time, before our other siblings woke to start a homeschooling day. I can’t remember if our father had already left for work or if he left while we were reading. But it’s a magical memory.
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