I need mornings. Even though I am not a morning person by any means whatsoever, I still need the beginning of a new day that each one brings. The sun streaming in through my living room window, the coffee brewing in the kitchen filling the house with it's warm scent, two little boys rubbing their sleepy little eyes as the wake to greet a new day, I need it all.
Before the time change I used to wake up before the sun when the house was still dark and quiet. Sitting on the couch that overlooks our large living room window I'd see my own reflection staring back at me in the glass while the sky outside rapidly changed from black to orange. Slowly the light that only a new day can bring consumes me, taking my tired reflection away and replacing it with the illuminated landscape outside
I need to live in that light. I need to wrap it around me like warm blanket and feel its comfort throughout the day.