I admit, having been a student for the last three years that the hour of 6 am had become something of a fable, a mystery, something which I had read about, but never had quite experienced. Honestly, I do kind of miss it.
There is something of a beauty to the early morning, a tranquility, allowing for self-reflection and offering a ‘calm before the storm’ as it were. An ability to enjoy a moment of peace before diving headlong into the mayhem of the rat race, especially if, like me you live in the countryside.
Admittedly this is only in the spring/summertime. During the Winter, 6am is a cold and bleak hour, making the daily commute to work seem depressing. But in the summertime, oh in the summertime. Nothing can beat the feeling of stepping out to be bathed in the golden glow of the sun’s rays. That brief window of the world in which all is still, the world becomes for that one brief moment your own paradise.
Whilst I have unfortunately struggled to gain employment since finishing University (I don’t properly graduate until December for some reason). But some day in the near future, I too relish the opportunity to indulge in the beauty and tranquility of the golden hour!