There is a magic in the air early in the morning, right as the sun begins to rise and I feel let in on an important secret when I’m up to witness it. There’s that brief time, every day, where I’m not alone, but everything seems so still.
Naturally, I am a morning person, but that doesn’t make it necessarily easy to get up before much of the world does. For that reason, I’m inclined to do it. And then I run.
Outside, there’s little choice but to keep on, one foot in front of the other. I’m kindest to myself in the early morning. For just a brief moment each day, everything else can wait.