At those times of my life when I had to get up in the dark for work or school, I always enjoyed seeing the dawn. Too bad it happens so early.
But my favorite time of day has consistently been that hour or so before the sun sets. It has a feeling of coming home and settling in. Returning to the safety and coziness of your cave/haven/shelter after doing battle with the world. The light softens and filters through the trees… and if there’s a spectacular sunset, so much the better.
The mood is captured well in this poemby James Joyce - this is the first stanza only:
I love late night. When the house is quiet and I’m heading to bed.
There’s this strange feeling going back into darkened rooms. There were people in there, TV on, pets running around, only a few minutes earlier. Now it’s dark and quiet. Like no one had been in there for a long time. The energy is gone and the room is at rest.
I’m an early riser and enjoy the calm just before dawn. I live in a rural area, so I can sit outside in the morning and watch as the birds and animals start their day, it has always been the most peaceful time for me.
This reminds me of that feeling I used to love back when I was Catholic-- namely, the way the house felt when you came home from Midnight Mass. Everything was so quiet, and you had the Christmas tree lights on. You got out of your good clothes and into your jammies. Had a cup of hot chocolate before you went off to bed. A very sweet time.
I’m usually at my strongest, from a creative and mental energy standpoint, from about 8pm until 1am or 2am. And, thus, those are often my favorite hours of the day.
I also like the late morning / early afternoon, especially on the weekends, maybe because I like having brunch way too much.
I’ve always felt that an indicator of ones contentedness in life is when his two favorite times of day are when going to bed at night, and when getting up in the morning.
For me it used to be bedtime. As I’ve gotten older it’s become early morning. The neighborhood is quiet and most are still sleeping. I now use my body clock as an alarm and it has yet to fail me. I’m up at least an hour before I need to start getting ready for work. Cuddled on the couch with my pup either watching the news or more often something I have on my DVR from the night before because I can’t stay up that late the night before. The same schedule applies for the most part on the weekends.
I generally go upstairs around 10, get ready for bed (about 25 minutes, since it involves a shit and a shower) and then read till 11. That 35 minutes of reading, with the cares of the day banished, are my favorite time.
If I worked that day, I’d say around 7pm. By then I’m decompressed from work, enjoying my leisure time and I still have several hours of unstructured free time before sleep.
However if I didn’t have to worry about either work or sleep? Maybe 3am. I love it when everything is quiet. Watching the sun come up in a few hours, I feel like the last person on earth.
I’ll be getting up tomorrow at 4:00am and hope to be launching my boat just before sun-up.
There is NO better time of day IMO, than being on the water as the sun rises. I feel privileged to do as often as I do…
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That must be glorious. Does your boat have a name?
This is one of those commonplace things that I’ve never done (like going bowling or watching any of the Godfather or Rocky movies), namely, going out on a small boat.
I’m with the OP somewhat. The family house was in western PA, and whenever I would go back there during the summer, my favorite time was from about an hour before sunset to about an hour after (on clear nights), sitting on the back patio and watching the planes high overhead, transitioning to satellites and meteors after dark.
Here in the Houston area, I don’t have a clear view of the sky and there are too many skeeters, so that’s all over with. Nowadays, I guess my favorite time is whenever I am taking my first sip of morning coffee.
That’s #2. #1 is morning sex.
But also, when camping out, I like being up early AM in the chill and silence of the morning, starting the fire, getting that coffee going, and be cooking breakfast while sipping that coffee. The smell of bacon gets everyone else up. And then it’s noisy.