There is something magical about the quiet of the early morning. It feels like the whole world is asleep, and there is a quiet peace that permeates everything. No sound of cars on the road, or the swirl of human activity yet. Even the birds are still sleeping. When I awaken during that morning cocoon, I sometimes feel like my soul is speaking to me. As if, during other times of day, it’s voice is too easily drowned out by all the noise. But in that quiet space it can exhale, and get my attention ever so gently.
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