What’s your favorite time of day?
When I am alone. I need this time to recharge my social batteries and recover from small talk.
When I was hunting and fishing, I’d get up early. So early that not even the dog would get up with me. No one was yapping at me and I could get things done.
Now, I’ve retired and my outdoor activities are different, but the common element is that they are things I do by myself.
You can take the introvert out of the country, but you can’t change his human nature.
Delusions of Adequacy 
Sunrise. Another chance.
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Lived my first 12 years with a Scots-Irish grandmother who had raised 8 kids already, several of ‘em during the Great Depression.
Kitchen stove was a huge wood-burning monster, and the kitchen sink had a manual pump in it for water. So among my early morning chores were stacking wood to make breakfast and pumping water for the washing machine, which had a hand wringer on top of it.
Boone County, Indiana, ergo corn and Duroc country. Bailin hay, cleanin brooder houses, detasslin corn . . . lotta early risin and gittin started.
Twenty-four years in the Navy, so almost always up before dawn, and after retiring from that I taught at the university for sixteen years. ACRES of parking at 0600 out there, and no interruptions while I graded papers before my morning classes.
Yeah . . . still wake up by 0400 at the latest, read, write, do a half-hour bike ride before the traffic and exhaust fumes get too thick.
Mornin . . . EARLY mornin. Lotta people leave you alone at that hour, and the ones you DO encounter have places to go and things to do, so interactions are brief and perfunctory.
Also somethin atavistic ‘bout mornin, with your dog, watchin Sol creep o’er the pines, dew on the grass, nobody pesterin you for anything. Always loved the mornin bridge watch, ‘specially if there were storms in the area.
Like the green world, revitalizing, rejuvenating, cleansing, energizing . . . a daily renaissance.
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