This morning I got up at 6am, something I rarely do these days. I’m a night owl by nature so I’m most likely to stay up late and sleep in, but today was different. Yesterday when I started to work on my blog post for the day, I realised that the internet connection in my apartment block was down and rather than drive across town late at night to find an internet cafe, I decided to set my alarm for 6.30am to finish and publish a post before 9am.

Strangely I woke up at 6am and despite trying to get back to sleep for those extra 30 minutes, I felt so wide awake that I decided to get up anyway. I’ve recently moved into my new apartment here in Chiang Mai and it has windows on three sides, I’m not one for closing curtains so the light was coming in all around me. I got up and went and sat on my sofa with my laptop and began to write.

Getting up at 6am to work on a blog post is something that I’ve done before but not often. Even so, I’ve had the same feeling every time. It’s a strange combination of peace and serenity mixed with anticipation of the day ahead, like the calm before the storm. There is a different kind of light at that time in the morning. The sun hasn’t completely risen so you can’t really describe it as sunlight, it’s more the promise of sunlight yet to come. In fact that is exactly how I would describe that part of the day, as having an atmosphere imbued with promise. The promise of new memories made, new words written, new smiles shared.

Today, I realised that daybreak (or shortly afterwards to be more precise) is my favourite part of the day and I also realised how rarely I let myself experience it. I’ve decided it’s worth making the effort to see the day in more often. What’s your favourite part of the day?