Right now we're in a time of early morning running perfection. The sun rises early enough that running outside alone is an option for me and there is nothing that beats a run in Forest Park. But of all the wonderful sights I see and hear before 6 am... the golf course slowly waking up, the Art Museum ablaze with the sunrise, the crunch of so many happy runners feet, this is the one that makes my heart sing the loudest. This little, cozy house, all the inhabitants save me, tucked in their beds getting a few last winks of sleep before their days begin. This will be a good day.