The Morning.

I love the morning. Everything about it. 

The fact that it represents a fresh start. 

How still and quiet it is. 

Whether or not it’s summer, winter, spring, or the fall. I love it. 

I love waking up before anyone else has woken up. 

I especially love mornings in the summer, grabbing my hoody throwing my shorts on, getting a cup of coffee and sitting on the beach, walking through the woods, or sitting on my front porch… 

I love the mornings. 

(Picture taken in the a.m. of Wenham Lake bout a mile down the road from my house)