I love the quiet of Sunday morning. The time in between when every one is still sleeping and everyone wakes up lazily with a yawn.
When you’re awake for this quiet, it feels like the perfect time for silent reflection. To recompose oneself before the hustle and bustle of the week begins. It feels like a time for renewal, a time to recharge and clear your mind of unnecessary stress. It feels like a time for silent motivation, to read that book on your shelf or go for a run or bake some goodies or write something.
I love the quiet of Sunday morning.