I admit that getting up early in the morning, is not my favourite thing. But, sometimes, when I do, I feel a real pleasure. The crisp, cool morning air is so refreshing, that I am suddenly awake. The softness of the sunbeams, trying to make their way to the top of the sky. People, going to work, with coffees and breakfasts in their hands, are in a hurry to start the new day. They are mechanically doing their morning “ritual”, as if unaware of the loveliness around them, and are waiting for the end of the day, without even appreciating the time they have on Earth.