My favorite time of day is in the morning, when the sun is shining high and bright through the trees, and the roses are dew-dropped. When I can ground into the earth with my bare feet and bits of wet grass cling to my arches. Nesting a warm mug of coffee between my palms, with just a splash of milk, and a grainy hunk of bread slathered heavily in golden butter.
Beautiful! I will give myself permission this afternoon to do just that. Love it!