I like meditating in the morning because it’s often the time when my mind is wild and free, unimpeded by the experience of the world outside.

The experience of watching thoughts form, from nothing only to dissolve back into that same ether, is incredibly hypnotic and calming.

Even more so is the spectacle of colour and light that fills the darkness behind closed eyes. It’s a fascinating expanse of shifting patterns in a borderless field of vision — the sky of the mind, as Sam Harris calls it.

The type of meditation I practice varies daily, but the moments when I observe these inexplicable thoughts and patterns are the most enjoyable. It’s like visiting a realm somewhere between a dream state and the waking world.

Of course, it’s always there. It’s consciousness — whatever that is. We can access this place at any moment.

The problem is that life tends to distract us.

That’s why I make the most of those precious moments in the early morning before the rest of the world rushes in.