I would much rather be a morning person than someone who stays up late.
There’s nothing better than waking up to the sunrise, the light spilling glittering gold all over the apartment.
I wake up to the hum of the freeway in the distance, the squeal of bus breaks, the ocean-ebb of cars rolling down our street.
The kettle is heated, the curtains drawn, the windows propped open for a California breeze that feels magical.
Everything feels new and possible in the morning. The potential is huge, the slate blank. The start, fresh as can be.