Lately I’ve been thinking of sunrise the same way we think of sunset. A sunrise is a new beginning. It’s an evolution. It’s really, really pretty. They just hardly seem waking up for. They come before coffee, just before thoughts of all the work left from the last sunset. It seems easiest to sleep right through it, partially because who wants to think of all that before coffee? Mostly because we’re so damn tired. Waking up at sunrise last month was the first time I’d done so in months. Though I’d had about three hours of sleep and a whole day ahead of me, I realized how much I’d been looking forward to this sunrise. It meant a new day of exploring and photographing and walking. When there’s something to wake up for, the sunrise is this beautiful symbol of adventure. It’s enough to make you want to go to bed just a little earlier, so you can enjoy the quiet moments of before.
Oh Angela, you and that San Francisco. 🙂
and coffee, must have coffee.
xoxo