There definitely is something hostile in the morning atmosphere. It can’t be temperature, since I get the same feeling in summer as in winter. Actually, the way I react to this has changed in time: when I was a kid, I loved the times we had to get up early, before the sun rised, because I felt like I was visiting an unknown country, braving the dangers of an inhospitable universe, exploring a new world. Which feelings left me when it became more of a routine, and it wasn’t motivated by travels, but by classes, too early, too far from home.
I wonder if this particular atmosphere is created by the light, or if it’s only psychological. After all, it’s all possible: the light wavelength could be different in the early hours, and have an impact on the brain. Or it could be me. That would make sense as well.
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