breakfast after ten
As a person who does not often rise early to see the dawn, I appreciate mornings.
Even when I am forced out of bed by the inevitable: work, a meeting, a flight, somewhere else I need to be... I appreciate the morning. Those early hours where the road is empty, the sky is clear, and the world is yours, and yours alone. A moment to breathe. A pause before battle. A chance to sample birdsong, and reassemble the moments of the night before. One last opportunity to collect yourself and reconsider the week that preceded you before facing the days that are to follow.
Time to drink your coffee.
As one who fails to rise early, I also appreciate breakfast. I prefer to share it with friends. You can share the recovery of events and reconnect with groggy honesty. The intimacy and the shared secrets of a conveniently local diner. There is often bacon, and someone to pass the sugar for your coffee. If you're truly lucky, there are sometimes even migas on the menu.
So: here is to breakfast.
Salutations, old friend.