That stirring always gives me a twinge of nostalgia for the years when I was among those early risers. At the time, I was eager to abandon that pattern, and thought I would never regret its loss. I still prefer being a night person, but for those few moments each morning I do remember that time with some fondness. If I were forced to return to keeping those hours, though, I know I would soon be irritated by them. Still, it would be nice to do it once in a while, if it were not so disruptive to my schedule. This time of day looks very different when you wake to it than when it is your bed time.
Some day, when I no longer have those nightly tasks to do, I'm going to stay up all day and go to sleep when the birds do, and look at morning from the other side once again. When that will be, I don't know. But someday it will happen.