Sunrise
May 31st 2007 11:49
Wrote this this morning, watching the sun come up:
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A city sunrise might not be anything to write home about, but it's a big deal for me on a day like today. First, I have to be awake. Second, I have to be outside. Usually if I'm awake it's that half-sleep state where you just woke up.
Dawn doesn't come with instant, blinding sunlight-here or anywhere. First it is simply a lightening of the sky from dark to light blue. This is as early as five some days and as late as eight o'clock on others. I'm probably collecting musquito bites just sitting here writing the way I am. That's OK, I need the air.
One of the nice things about dawn in the city is that it's quiet, even on a major street like mine.
I can tell today will be a cloudy day, maybe even a rainy day. There's that scent in the air. A sort of heviness. Here comes morning traffic, and the first bus. Part of me wants to walk down to the beach. No, I'll save beach dawns for another time. The birds who have been singing now land and search for food. All black save one, who is grey with black spots. Or light brown. These birds aren't very afraid of me, or cars.
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I have wandered down to Cassels park, and the sky is getting pinker now. There is still dew everywhere; and birdsongs, plenty of those. I remember a dawn with so many birdsongs; only then I was indoors, in Ganenoque. This time, the neighbours must think I'm crazy to be in such a good mood early on a school morning.
And now it is light; the sun will continue to rise, but it is time to go inside.
To tell you the truth, I didn't go right back inside. First I swung for a bit, and now I sit on the front porch, loathe to go inside before I can write without an electric light. I'm happy with this, though.
Each moment it becomes just a bit brighter; just enough to notice, not anything drastic. Now the streetlights are off and I'm seeing the beginnings of shadows.
Someone left a McDonalds cup, large, near the swings at Cassels. I'm not a model citizen, but I did feel a twinge of guilt for just leaving it there.
The sky is a moody but light gray now, as I expect it to stay for the rest of the day.
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Notes:
Script Frenzy party tonight, won't write a thing for the blog until tomorrow.
It might just turn out to be a sunny day after all.
School today, and I'm not done everything. Oh well, The Smith will live.
I've been writing a LOT, I'm unstoppable! Hehe.
And remember: we're open for submissions at avidgamers.com/belair until the fifteenth.
Love ya! (In the friend, nice way, not the creepy online stalker way.)
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A city sunrise might not be anything to write home about, but it's a big deal for me on a day like today. First, I have to be awake. Second, I have to be outside. Usually if I'm awake it's that half-sleep state where you just woke up.
Dawn doesn't come with instant, blinding sunlight-here or anywhere. First it is simply a lightening of the sky from dark to light blue. This is as early as five some days and as late as eight o'clock on others. I'm probably collecting musquito bites just sitting here writing the way I am. That's OK, I need the air.
One of the nice things about dawn in the city is that it's quiet, even on a major street like mine.
I can tell today will be a cloudy day, maybe even a rainy day. There's that scent in the air. A sort of heviness. Here comes morning traffic, and the first bus. Part of me wants to walk down to the beach. No, I'll save beach dawns for another time. The birds who have been singing now land and search for food. All black save one, who is grey with black spots. Or light brown. These birds aren't very afraid of me, or cars.
*~
I have wandered down to Cassels park, and the sky is getting pinker now. There is still dew everywhere; and birdsongs, plenty of those. I remember a dawn with so many birdsongs; only then I was indoors, in Ganenoque. This time, the neighbours must think I'm crazy to be in such a good mood early on a school morning.
And now it is light; the sun will continue to rise, but it is time to go inside.
To tell you the truth, I didn't go right back inside. First I swung for a bit, and now I sit on the front porch, loathe to go inside before I can write without an electric light. I'm happy with this, though.
Each moment it becomes just a bit brighter; just enough to notice, not anything drastic. Now the streetlights are off and I'm seeing the beginnings of shadows.
Someone left a McDonalds cup, large, near the swings at Cassels. I'm not a model citizen, but I did feel a twinge of guilt for just leaving it there.
The sky is a moody but light gray now, as I expect it to stay for the rest of the day.
----------------------------- ------------
Notes:
Script Frenzy party tonight, won't write a thing for the blog until tomorrow.
It might just turn out to be a sunny day after all.
School today, and I'm not done everything. Oh well, The Smith will live.
I've been writing a LOT, I'm unstoppable! Hehe.
And remember: we're open for submissions at avidgamers.com/belair until the fifteenth.
Love ya! (In the friend, nice way, not the creepy online stalker way.)
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Comment by Deorre
Stress Alive
Man Lessons
Comment by Wendi
It had been a while since I'd seen a sunrise, my schedule adjusts with travel, but the past three days I've had the pleasure, and oh, what a pleasure it is!
I love the way you said "collecting mosquito bites". Unique phrasing that caught my eye.
W
Comment by Dianna G
I Wish This Was 42
Fictional Worlds
I usually miss it because I sleep through it, but I've seen a few.
Usually a book of some sort keeps me up until dawn...and /then/ I fall asleep...this is if I see the sunrise.