Thoughts on Beautiful Mornings

You can always tell that a day is going to go well when you start it off with a great morning. Now, I should clarify something: I am definitely a morning person, at least compared to both people my age. What I mean by that is that I am capable of not only waking up before 12 o'clock on a weekday, but I am also capably of doing other things within minutes of waking up including, but not limited to: getting out of bed, getting dressed, and feeding myself. These are things that would ordinarily consume roughly an hour or so of a normal teenagers immediate post-wake up time. However, I'm able to do it all in almost half that time.

Now, I don't mean to brag, although by this point I'm not going to make any excuses for my superiority complex. For me, mornings are extremely special. Because I tend to get up a bit earlier than most people (to walk my dog, Killer), mornings tend to be a very quiet and relaxing time. Occasionally I will find myself engaging in some serious reflection which is good. I think our modern society discourages taking time out to reflect and relax and while I am in no way advocating a nomadic, vagabond(ic?), hemp-filled lifestyle, I definitely believe that taking a few minutes off each day to do absolutely nothing but think is extremely important.

An important thing to realize at this point in my story is that I live in the Northeast. When most people think of the Northeast, they tend to think of really cold winters, rough fishermen, or (and this one if the most ridiculous of all for some very obvious reasons) New York City. However, what many people don't know is that during the summer, the lovely region of New England turns into Hell. The temperatures goes through the roof and accompanying the temperature is something that many people in the West are acquainted with: humidity. The humidity in my quaint New England town during the summer will occasionally reach levels that render most brain functions completely useless, and you start to perform the mental equivalent of a fish flopping around on dry land. The humidity is, in my humble opinion, quite a bit worse than the temperature.

Now normally, the morning provides something of a respite from the scorching heat and humidity. Often though, rolling out of bed from an air conditioned room and going outside to walk Killer is a pretty terrible experience and I have to prepare myself for it with rigorous and methodical mental training.

This morning however, proved different. When I opened our door and allowed Killer to perform her daily attempt to rip my arm from its socket via strenuous pulling on the leash, I realized that not only was the morning cool and clear with temperatures in the low 60's, but that there was virtually no humidity. Feeling my skin dry against the air was quite possibly the best feeling I've had since summer began (which isn't to say that my summer has been bad, just that I really enjoyed the weather this morning). There was a slight breeze, and bright sunshine. To top off this truly fantastic morning, the bugs that usually swarm around anything living were nowhere to be found. As a special treat to both myself and my dog, I embarked on an extra long walk this morning. I think we both deserved it.