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Saturday July 07, 2001, 04:52
Really, I had every best intention of going to sleep. Floss, rinse, brush, rinse, etc. The lights turned off in the bedroom, I looked up to see the city lights shimmering white and yellow in front of a backdrop of a deep red drifting into a dark, dark blue.
She told me that she didn't like sunrises. That the sky didn't really do anything pretty. That things just started to get bright. That the real beauty was in the sunset. I had nodded blindly, realizing that it'd been so long since I'd seen either one. My windows have always faced out and now, with my desk tucked on the inside of the apartment, the view saved for the sitting area and couch and reading chair, it is rarer still that I will see the sky as it wakes up for the day. My work schedule does not often allow me the luxury of staying up all night, watching the first rays of light cutting through the evening clouds, for it is often just a few hours beyond that when I must rise for daily activities involving (at least for this often-unemployed bloke) scrambling for work or burying myself deep into one of many freelance projects.
But how wrong she was. The sunrise is where the beauty lies. In those moments as the sun hits the sky and the world grows brighter with each passing moment. On a clear day, with only a touch of clouds and a horizon that stretches forever you can just imagine the chariot charging along from under the edge of the earth, just glowing beneath the surface, setting everything ablaze before he too joins us in the day.
Bands of orange, and shades of blue ranging from the blue black way up high to the palest blue hanging just above the orange.
I swore I was going to sleep. Had the alarm set and everything. But I made the mistake of looking out of the window. Made the mistake of realizing what a wonderful world it is that I live in. Made the mistake of finding the beauty in a city that is so large and so impersonal that I only know the name of one other resident of my apartment building.
And now I'm stuck. Stuck looking out, feeling my heart leap, full of love for this new day. Because that's what it feels like. In the pit of my stomach, I'm a bit excited to see the sky. As if we are sharing something very intimate. That despite the noise coming from the street below, I am the only person awake in this city right now. "The city that never sleeps?" A misnomer. They're all out, dreaming of the rat race. I, and I alone, sit idly by my bedroom window, smiling with a twinkle in my eye, at my old friend, come to visit me again.
Good morning. I've missed you.
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