I’d like to start in the Early Morning

One of the problems with my day is that it doesn’t start at the beginning, it starts somewhere else- in between there and late, sometimes even double figures. I always feel disappointed when I’ve missed the beginning; when the light heralds the first opportunities and the worm is caught. It wouldn’t be so bothersome if I thought this goal unreasonable but considering I stir just after, it deserves a try.
The birds wake up right at the end to ensure they witness the beginning, something to do with their crepuscular circadian rhythms*. Usually they all sing, together, around here and that surely merits curiosity for what, they reckon, deserves it.
With an early night (something I don’t fear), a decent sleep and this reason to get up in the morning I should make a more matinal veer from those vespertine habits and hopefully be present and assuming my spot for the start.