Silence of the Morning

I may have written about this in the past, but the urge hit me again this morning again. Having a dog means getting up early in the morning, and hitting the streets before most people have even hit the snooze alarm for the first time.

There is something magical about that time in the morning. It could be cold outside, or the sun could just be breaking, but there is a peace that comes with the silence. I walk up the hill to the park, which sits high above the city and affords a fantastic view. I can survey both the bay and the neighborhoods to the south. It is beautiful as the sun begins to break through the clouds and fog, as the noise starts to rise.

I don't know what it is, but I so enjoy it. I may get a little bored with the walking, or tired, but when I see the beautiful place that I get to call home, it all changes, and reminds me of what's good in life.