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I am an early riser.
I wake up while the world is still quiet, between 4:30 and 5:00,
when the day is unhurried and nothing is asking for me yet.
I prepare breakfast slowly, almost on tiptoe.
A thread of vocal jazz fills the kitchen — Ordinary Music —
barely audible, never demanding, just enough to keep me company.
My little dog climbs onto my lap.
Time stops there, without needing anything else.
It’s the most beautiful moment of my day.
The only one that equals it
is when my wife wakes up
and joins me in the kitchen, still half-asleep,
her face not yet fully returned from dreams.
I am grateful.
Deeply.
And I wish for nothing more
than to live these moments,
every single morning.