The morning is ripe for the taking. No rushing. No pushing. No pulling. Just right on timing. That is the beauty of the morning. Fresh morning fog fills the air. A heaviness fills the damp sky. The sun fills the space with pure joy and reverence. You’re in awe of the moment, poised between the future and the past. Planted smack dab in the present moment. Feeling the heavy fog as you step outside for the first time today. The feel of the sun warming your face reassures you of how its warmth will hold you today. This day, the sun is here for you. It’s your blanket and your guide.