I just thought of being an early riser yesterday after reading a novel that captivated me with it's richness, charm and truth. I was once an early riser who'd wake up weirdly at wee hours and just sit outside while the wind whooshes sweet melodies into my ears and the mist sends chills down the pores of my skin. You know this post is just so good.
I love your description of the morning. The orange hue in the sky is exhilarating I must confess. Just staring at your image I'm thrilled talk more of if I had to be in the field at that hour to witness such charm.
The everlasting songs of chirping birds orchestra make a melodious symphony and make me feel lost within.
I can totally relate to this feeling. It's one sweet moment to be engulfed in.
This sweet time of mine heals my daily hazards tension and gives me a subtle pleasure! Now I know that you have the same kind of experience and you liked it. I suggest you give it a try again, you will enjoy the whole experience for sure.
Thanks for your comment and it's been really nice talking to you.