Early mornings are for the birds.
The sanderlings foraging in the sand until they rise up in unison and swoop into the sky, first one direction and then the next; white wings catching the early morning light. A squadron of pelicans hunting, scoping, focused on the water and then hovering before falling into a dive and crashing into the water. Seagulls calling out greetings.
Early mornings are for the birds and for me swimming in quiet contemplation of a new day.