I used to own a few chickens and completely understood where those roosters were coming from.

Morning Has Broken

the joy of AM magnificence

I was born first thing in the morning, or at least so I’m told. I have no memory of the event itself, as I was not yet a day old. Maybe the timing of my arrival explains why mornings are still my favorite part of the day.

While some folks scowl and grumble at the dawn, I take a different attitude: the sun somehow rises with me specifically in mind. This is the…