Lyrame loves going to work in the mornings.
Not because her job is anything special; it's not. She waits tables at a pretty little teahouse on the northern edge of the island. But she lives near the southern edge, which means she can justify getting up early and walking through the East gardens on the way to work, and there is nothing more spectacular in all the world. Or at least the capital city, but close enough, it's not like she's ever been anywhere else.
She has plenty of time to wander slowly through, enjoying the breathtaking sight.