I love early morning. I don't often wake up to it when I can enjoy it ... i.e. I'm always rushing around getting ready for work.
Today is a day when I can enjoy the quiet of an early morning. I didn't intend to get up so early, but it happened. Dogs barking, my coughing, a disturbing dream and a piercing police siren combined to open my eyes several hours earlier than I had intended.
It's nice though. I don't hear neighbors (and boy do I wish I never heard those neighbors!) or my own family some who are still asleep and some who have left early to go to work. I hear a distant hum of background traffic and planes (I live near an airport). And I hear birds. I like the sound of birds in the morning. I hear one of my kitties roaming around my bedroom getting in to bags she shouldn't. Closing my eyes again, I tune into a few lone crickets, still calling out from the night. I love crickets.
I hear my fan whirring...
... and I realize that today is going to be a "hot one" and I will have to put the A/C on again.
Then I will miss the outside noises for a few more days. Especially the quiet of the early morning symphony.