I read Az's blog http://polaritydesigns.net/myblog and it got me thinking... It's been... four years since I've stayed up and watched the sun rise. There is something about that quiet dawn hour, when the world rustles to life that is nearly magic. The way the sun slowly rises and turns the grey world into something you can taste. The feeling like you're part of something that all those people snug in their beds aren't. It's almost a connection with nature, even if you're in the city. It's the way that the air is so cold and it feels amazing. The way the birds chirpping envigorates your senses, the ground feels alive beneath your feet. Whoever you're with seems different, better, more wholesome and cleansed - if even for a moment or two, and you don't know if it's because you feel amazingly wonderful or if its just the world you're living in.
Tomorrow I will not be staying up late enough for such events - reading to children on Tuesday early. Next week - none of the kids are there - I'm golden. I want to taste these moments with my darlings. I want to somehow have the money and the time to spend every night playing chicken with the sun. I want to taste that dawning moment.
For now, I need to go to bed. Tomorrow should be fun.