Morning Person

I always thought that one of the signs that I had become a true grown-up would be my transformation into a Morning Person. Sadly, I’ve almost never spontaneously risen earlier than I absolutely have to. Occasionally, though, when I have to rise before the sun (as I did this morning to catch an early train to New York), I catch a glimpse of the clarity and calm that Morning People call their own. And on days like today, I promise myself that I will finally become one of them. It’s a game I play with myself, but for a few hours, it feels like real life.