In Walden, Henry David Thoreau writes:
Morning air! If men will not drink of this at the fountainhead of the day, why, then, we must even bottle up some and sell it in the shops, for the benefit of those who have lost their subscription ticket to morning time in this world. But remember, it will not keep quite till noonday even in the coolest cellar, but drive out the stopples long ere that and follow westward the steps of Aurora.
One early morning a number of years ago, I was driving to work and listening to a reading of Walden. The part about morning air came through the speakers, and I was so captured by the words that I pulled off the road into a small park. I turned off the engine and sat there for a little while, just to consciously breathe in the morning air.
I want to keep my subscription to morning time in this world.
