Sundays, Mondays, and Sunrises

You know what? I absolutely, totally, completely adore mornings. I went to bed at 10:45 last night, and I woke up at 5:15 this morning. I opened my eyes, and I was awake. I was so happy I even wanted to sing in the shower (which is rare - I don't sing in the shower. And a bad idea at five in the morning). I didn't. I was awake to do homework, but I just love mornings. When I feel fresh, bright eyed, clean, awake, excited about the day with no stresses yet, and all of my are deadlines hours away. I made hot chocolate and got to work. I was at least ten times as productive as I am late at night, and I got to see the sky turn from black to pink to blue (well, grayish if I'm being honest) outside of my window, and got to walk up to campus while it was still empty, the buildings excitedly waiting students. It's a beautiful day.
A lot of people say that they hate Mondays, and it is just something I don't agree with. The only reason for hating Mondays is if you didn't use your weekend well (or were not able to). Weekends are for resting, catching up, and for Sunday. And Sunday is for finding peace, joy, and rest, and feeling the love of God. After all that, you think you would be prepared to live life on a Monday. If life was made up entirely of weekends, then it would be awful. You would be resting from resting, and how enjoyable is that? And if you weren't preparing yourself to do something worthwhile with your week, then what are you doing with your life anyway? Sure, I like to party it up on weekends as much as anyone, but I also love Mondays.
And you know my favorite thing about mornings? Let me describe it to you. My alarm goes off (which I admit is a bit shocking at first to a sleeping brain), I turn it off, and slowly open my eyes. My bed is warm and snuggly, the air is slightly cool, and natural light is beginning to peak through my window. Slipping out of bed, the coolness makes all of my senses sharp and clear, and my brain comes to complete awareness. I feel like I have such a crisp sense of being that I am perfectly control of my mind and body. Everyone else is still asleep, so I slip quietly around the apartment, feeling the peace of everyone else happily sleeping, and just soak in the beauty of a new morning. Once I take a warm shower, the warmth of fresh clothes and the coolness of wet hair continue to brighten my senses. I am filled clear to my toes in energy, peace, and quiet being.
Can't you see why I love waking up? It is a combination of the soft natural light of sunrise, the contrast of snuggly warm and refreshing cool, and quiet peace. Mix it all together and I feel the joy of the morning. :)