Early morning is the time of the day I like the most.
Those few minutes of silence and solitude are something I cherish deeply. My mind is clear, my thoughts fast and uncompromising, unadulterated by the bombardment of information coming from all directions as I step out of the door. I try to listen to myself in that short span of quietness and detect what my needs are. Is it warmth that I am craving? Perhaps a steaming bowl of oatmeal with cinnamon and sliced apple? Or is it the freshness of muesli and yoghurt? Or maybe the lazy comfort of a thick, fat slice of banana bread dipped in a big mug of piping hot caffelatte?