I love mornings. I love the quiet. There's the freshness of a new day, the birds are singing and the sun is just starting to rise.
During the week I usually get up early but on weekends there's nowhere I'd rather be than the fields or woods behind the apartment, ankle deep in wet grass checking on what the wild animals are up to.
There's a line in poem by Wendell Berry called 'The Peace of Wild Things' that goes "I rest in the grace of the world, and am free" and that's why I get up so early to rest in the grace of the world. I know it sounds corny and pretentious but I just can't stay in bed when the world is so beautiful.