“So, what’s for breakfast today?“
This question always happens to cross my mind first thing in the morning.
You know, morning has always been my favorite time of the day. It’s the time, the only time, when I can sit all alone, sipping my coffee while listening to the bird chirping, and thinking about everything – about life and future, mostly.
Morning is the time when I know there’s still another day. There’s still another chance. It gives me the time to think. It gives me hope. That’s why I love morning.