I used to be a morning person. I would wake up fairly early - and was ready to get on with my day immediately.
For a time at uni I breakfast waitressed, and loved it! I adored being up before most of the city. I loved getting the bus into town almost alone. I liked the crisp air that tasted different - cleaner perhaps.
I feel nostalgia for that love of mornings on days such as this, where I am up at 6am to get into my car, to drive to Edinburgh to work. I want to love these mornings too, but somehow the magic has gone, perhaps because of the mundane details. I am up at 6am to put petrol in the car as it's empty. I have to drive for a couple of hours to work. Work is real work earning money to pay my mortgage.
My boyfriend has caught the bus at 6.10am to get to work as I have the car. I hope he likes it a little.