I love the early morning. This is my secret.
I am somewhat notorious for not being a morning person, and it’s true that I don’t like people talking to me in the mornings, imposing their noise and their voices and views.
But this is precisely because I love the morning so much.
The early hours are quiet, serene like virgin snow, untainted as yet by the day. It is a serenity the breaking of which offends me.
I love the early morning. This is my secret, and now it is yours too.