I have a love/hate relationship with mornings. I hate them, because ten months out of the year, I have to get up and get dressed and go to work in the morning. And that's just dumb. But really, mornings are pretty glorious. The world looks a little different, a little nicer, a little fresher in the morning.
Sights that might simply be pretty on an ordinary day are made beautiful by the rising sun (except for the part where I may as well drive with my eyes closed because the sun is blinding).
Sometimes in the morning, when the clouds are backlit pink by the sun I think that the clouds look like cotton candy. And then I wonder where I can buy cotton candy at 6AM, because my relationship with cotton candy is strictly a love/love one.
But the best thing about mornings are the little boys who slow down just long enough to be all warm and snuggly for a few minutes, before they run off and start getting into all sorts of trouble.
Proof that his serious look in that photo was him contemplating what sort of trouble he'd like to cause? Two seconds after I snapped that, he did this. Someone hold me. I have a climber.