reading about writing

I could read articles like this-The New Yorker-On Writing in the Morning all day. In fact, I kind of have.
This article rings true with me in quite a few different ways. Not in the way of, "In the morning, I don't talk to anyone," that's not me. But I love the way the writer talks about waking up in the morning in a different place than she was overnight:

"The reason the morning is so important is that I’ve spent the night somewhere else.

This is nowhere I can describe exactly, only that it’s mysterious and limitless, a place where the mind expands. Deep, slow currents, far below the surface, shift me in ways I needn’t understand. There is no sound, no scrutiny. Waking, I’m still close to that silent, preconscious, penumbral state, still focussed inward. I’m still in that deep, noiseless place, listening to its voices, very different from those of the outside world."

Oh my, Yes! I adore that state of being with a passion.
The article gets better! At the very end, in the "This is the moment. On a good day,..." the rest of the article from there is super fantastic.
Thank you New Yorker, and Roxana Robinson for this beautiful inspirational article. 

On more week of normal-ness, my friends, before second semester is full-blown for me. Wish me luck and think of me as I cross the tumultuous sea of high school :) Happy January 8th.