Morning is the best time of the day for me, and it’s not even close. The morning is full of possibility and mystery because you don’t know what the day will turn out like. It’s like a massive question mark paused before you, inviting you to reach forward into nothing.
On the other hand, the evening is usually a finished product, like a finished painting. It might be great, but it has lost its possibility. It is now completed. Morning is limitless and incomplete. I’m not sure people value the morning; i’m not sure people are reaching forward into nothing.