Back in the day, when I was working, I was a morning person. I still am, but to a lesser extent.
Morning to me means quite a number of things, but one is coffee (and frequently a boiled egg)
when I can stir myself, I do like a good dawn image
And being up early, you can see a place waking up, as here with an old lady off to fetch her morning bread in Tarascon, Provence
and these nuns up shortly after dawn in Córdoba
Linked to Lens artists challenge at Ann Christine’s here