Sometimes, I wake up early even during the weekend. Then in the quiet and peaceful hour, I would sit down at the table and enjoy my coffee and breakfast. Sometimes, the dog would sit at my feet hoping for some crumbs to fall upon him. Usually he would go back to the bedroom and continue his sleep after his own breakfast. The man-in-the-house? Well, most of the times, he is still in his dreams.
I find this peaceful and solitary hour quite refreshing to the soul.
What about you?