Morning is peace, for me. I find the quietest time of the day, before the sun thrusts its beams upon my earth and soul, not to be a time of darkness. Rather, I find it to be the brightest time of the day for me. A time when all is clear and my soul is not divided by the harried life I wallow through. I find it to be the time of day the light of my heart and soul shines and sings aloud. I awaken. I am grateful. I am alive.