Not quite light, and oh so quiet.
Steaming tea, bundled in blankets and a little bit of calm. Gentle breezes rustle the leaves and the birds slowly being to sing as the light gently rises to start the morning. Sipping tea while gazing through the fogged up glass, a period for reflection, and reminiscence. A moment of peace to revel in the sanctity of some time alone before beginning the day. A time to gather thoughts and prepare for upcoming plans, of whatever the day ahead may bring.
My secret sanctuary and a simple joy, 6am is my favourite hour of the day. Waking up in the dark may be a chore to some, but the extra hour to relax and take stock before entering the real world for the day is worth it’s weight in gold.