I realized last night why I enjoy the dawn so much. For all my friends that know I am no lover of getting out of bed before noon if I do not have to... this may come as a surprise that I love watching the quite dawn. The peace of this time of the day seems to stay with me for the rest of the day... filling me we a calm that escapes my simple words. Quite, clam, peaceful, beautiful, still, a time that no other shares, alone but in a good way.
Last night I took in a movie (Wanted) and on my way home at midnight on a work day, the streets were empty and the air was cool. No one else seemed to be awake. I felt the world sleep in a peace that no city can have during the light of day. This all reminded be that when I was a night auditor for hotels in college, how much I enjoyed getting off at dawn in the winter months, with the sun just peeking over the trees and building... it was the end of my work day... like 5 o'clock for other jobs. The joy of being off and the promise of a new day to make my own combined. I still enjoy this part of the day/night as I did back then... Of neither night nor day but tied to both.
I watched the sun rise this morning for almost two hours. From misty cool blues to the first red rays of light. It was so incredible... I know I will never have the words to express the true vistage or all the wonderful feelings and emotions that it stirs within me. I am not a creature of the night nor of the day... I am a creature of the dawn.