My favorite time of day varies depending on the time of year, and what is going on.
Lately, I have treasured moments after I've just woke. I am still snug in the bed, warm, with my husband beside me. Nothing is hurting because I haven't moved. It feels safe and pleasant.
Other times I appreciate the hour are those when I speak to my friends. I enjoy our talks.
Then there are those days when the sun is slipping in and out amongst the clouds, casting shadows and a certain brilliance of light that simply begs for a photograph. I love staking out a scene and then waiting for the rays to fall in the right place, so that I can catch whatever it is I am seeking. Maybe a spider's web or a shadow that looks intriguing when the light hits a log a certain way.
This is the February 5 prompt.
Mornings. Always, mornings. I'm not as excited about waking up as I was when I was a little girl, but I still love my mornings.
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