I am not a morning person.
On the weekend I will slowly open my eyes around 9:00 and stretch out on the bed, which by then I will have all to myself. I might go back to sleep or just stay there, not wanting to exert any energy required for movement. When I was younger, 9:00 was early.
Dusk is my favorite time of day. When the sun hangs low and the trees are dark.
It surprises me that I haven't offended the morning yet with my crankiness or lack of visitation. Instead, when I do wake up early it greets me with scenes like this. Makes me think that perhaps I need to spend more time with the sunrise.