The early morning before sunrise is quieter than any other time of day. There are those of us who cherish that peace, that solitude, that quiet time of the mind before the world jangles us with the endless demands of life. A simple perfection of silence, a hot drink and ease of mind cannot be gainsaid as a way to start the day.
Such mornings are rare these days. Our early rising son has been getting up almost in concert with me as he works to finish off his first semester of theatre performance. By the time showers are done, breakfast and lunch taken care of and hes be driven to the train station it is our daughter’s turn to rise and the dog’s turn to be walked. The value of the quiet in the morning is as immeasurable to my keeping an even keel as it has been impossible to find of late. In such impossibility I am reminded of my small need for solitary mornings of quiet and tea.