I think the best time of the day is the morning. The early morning is my favorite time of day. I wake refreshed and while it seems the rest of the world is still sleeping, I am up very early making coffee and immediately start planning the day that lay before me.
I like to be the first one up because for some reason it gives me a sense of adventure, or so it seems. If someone has toilet papered someone's tree, I will be the first to see it; if a stray cat is roaming about I will be the first to feed it; if the bud of a flower begins to open I will be the first to witness it.
I'm alone for a while in my corner of the world, emersed in quiet peace and tranquility. It's a time I can pray and be one with my God; take the time to assess the world's problems without anyone interrupting me; reminisce about the joys and pain of the past or wonder about what the future holds. I can read another chapter in my book, or update my AOL journal.
And then I hear the patter of little paws, and around the corner my girls come running with their ears laid back, little bodies wriggling with excitement to greet me! They jump onto my lap, licking my face and knocking my book from my hands, vying for my full attention.
The peace and quiet was nice while it lasted, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
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