As unchanging as it was, the walks presented a very pleasant routine. I could count on the soft sound of pine boughs rustling in the breeze. Somewhere the loud, clear whistle of a cardinal would pierce the morning silence. I strolled down the south-facing slope. It was in the midst of one of these calming walks that it hit me.
Morning really is the most beautiful part of the day.
But it's not meant to be spent at work. We should all be home in the morning - outside experiencing the hope of a new dawn or catching up on those little household tasks that never seem to get done before the day runs out. Just think, we'd be among our loved ones for this most beautiful part of the day and otherwise occupied at work during the vast wasteland of evening television. How much more worthwhile all of our lives would be. It makes so much sense, there can be only one explanation for why it has not come to pass.