Even in the middle of no where, the morning, before the sun rises, is a jewel of quiet.
Even though I may sleep again later in the day, rising early is a decadence of still, alive with the sights and sounds drowned out in the light and the heat and the hustle and bustle later in the day.
On the ocean, a few mornings I rose to watch the sunrise over the rocky foothills of the San Madres mountain range, which you could sense more than see. And the ship itself seemed more serene, taking in the glimmerings of the dawning time.
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