If I had my way, I'd be a morning person --- someone who welcomes the early morning calm with arms wide open. I used to love waking up at the crack of dawn, thinking about the great possibilities of the day ahead. I love the fact that the earlier one wakes up, the more he/she can do with the rest of the day. The word "morning" evokes memories of coffee and pan de sal, the taho vendor, idle chat with my mom and brother, catching the morning show on TV, the crows of the neighbor's roosters, the occasional school bus, the occasional tricycle, my aunt carrying plastic bags loaded with market goods and kids in school uniforms dragging their trolleys. Ever since I got into the midday shift, my body clock adjusted and mornings are not what they used to be. Sometimes, I even view them as an inconvenient part of the day that I'd rather spend in bed. Lately, I have been trying to revive my affection towards this time of the day. I try to move around the house as soon as I wake up. I jog, listen to random songs, browse the net and keep in touch with the rest of the world. I'm looking forward to going back to the morning shift (fingers crossed).