I love mornings. That is, I love mornings when I can get myself out of bed. It usually takes some convincing to tell my body that I love mornings, but if I can get myself going, it's good. It's misting heavily outside...enough to be beautiful, but not near enough to soak you. I went for a jog and then sat on a (wet) bench and talked to God. There were birds singing and rabbits hopping around. One only needed to add a few stars and the morning would have been perfect.