The last few days have been beautiful. I’ve awoken to the sunlight kissing the bed sheets. Laying in bed, I can see the morning sky change from pink to blue. The golden rays creeping over the horizon illuminating the tips of the Mormon Temple in the distance. The North Tower next to us returning the sun’s kisses.

The morning is a magical time. The quiet of the world slowly giving way to the day’s commerce. Being seven floors up, the quiet of morning is amplified.

I am usually not a morning person but these past few days have been perfect.