Musings: The Symbolism of Mornings

As I frequently start work at 7am (horrible, I know…), I have learnt to appreciate possibly the most quietest time of day. My usual 15-minute bus journey takes half the time, I get my favourite seat on the bus and a crisp, fresh copy of The Metro to read.

What I love most about the mornings is watching the sunrise. There is something so serene and beautiful about watching the sky change from the darkest inky blue of night to seeing all the beautiful purples, pinks, and finally the rays of yellow.

Who knew mornings could be so magical?

Perhaps the most amazing prospect of being up so early is the premise of another day to fulfil.

Who knows who you could meet, what might or might not happen?


Photo taken by me on my iPhone 5 and edited in Snapseed.

Good Morning…

Char xo


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