KiwiQflyer
Bluelighter
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- Aug 16, 2006
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I stay up late into the wee hours of the night. I’ve finally come to appreciate the comforts of a good night’s rest, and sleep just for sleep’s sake. Yet, my internal alarm clock continues to arrest my sleep just before sunrise, and I welcome it. Why? So many people concede that they love a beautiful sunrise, too, but why? Why on earth would I want to get up that early? So early that you couldn’t even get a Starbucks coffee if you needed one? So early that the Krispy Kreme trucks haven’t even started their rounds yet.
Why? I love the feeling of waking up, seeing that the sun has started to lighten the skies, though it’s still not over the horizon. I love the feeling of waking up, just moments before the world around me wakes up, like I’m privy to some great universal unfolding of events and possibilities. It’s not lonliness, it’s solace. Have you ever woken up on a cold winter morning to find that the entire world outside your window is blanketed in snow? You deftly place your toes onto the cold hardwood floor and creep down the stairs, to the back door where you slip your icy feet into a pair of boots and slowly open the door? It’s like opening the door to a fairytale. The sun’s rays are just barely poking through the ice-covered branches. The light glitters across the ice covered surface of the snow. The world is completely undisturbed save by the faint twitterings of a cardinal perched in the snowy branches of a nearby bush. Torn between wanting to preserve the stillness and wanting to step into the scene…you give in and make the first marks in the fresh snow. Your boot crunches through the surface of the ice and sinks into the powdery snow. You take a few more steps until you’re completely clear of the shelter of the house and slowly look around. It’s this intense feeling of being part of this world, but not of it.
It’s just so in the summertime, as well. You wake up to the constant hum of the fan, open your eyes and feel the cool sheets against your skin. You slowly sit up and see the faint blues of the sky, splashed with pastels of orange and pink. Leaning onto the windowsill, you look out onto a world of unimaginable possibility. No matter your age, it makes you feel like a kid, waking up to a day of summer vacation. The idea of a morning commute, of the day’s hustle and bustle are so very far from your mind as to be completely intangible. It’s so early that despite the sweat you endured while trying to fall asleep the night prior, a cool chill hangs in the air. Dew drops still glisten undisturbed on the blades of grass. You’ve woken up before the birds have even started their morning chirping. An overwhelming sense of silence hangs in the world, and you fight the urge to shout out just to shake the weight of it. You breathe in and fill your lungs with the fresh air, feeling it expand your sinuses and seep into the corners of your chest.
Seeing the world so undisturbed, so peaceful and full of possibility fills you with such an overwhelming feeling of hope for the day ahead. It’s a fleeting feeling, you know, but if you can just hold onto some semblance of it throughout the day, keep the sight, sweet odors, and sounds tucked into some corner of your brain to draw forth if the day gets too hectic…you know you’ll be able to feel the corners of your mouth curl up into a grin as your head cocks to the side and your eyes rest on a sight no one else can see…
Why? I love the feeling of waking up, seeing that the sun has started to lighten the skies, though it’s still not over the horizon. I love the feeling of waking up, just moments before the world around me wakes up, like I’m privy to some great universal unfolding of events and possibilities. It’s not lonliness, it’s solace. Have you ever woken up on a cold winter morning to find that the entire world outside your window is blanketed in snow? You deftly place your toes onto the cold hardwood floor and creep down the stairs, to the back door where you slip your icy feet into a pair of boots and slowly open the door? It’s like opening the door to a fairytale. The sun’s rays are just barely poking through the ice-covered branches. The light glitters across the ice covered surface of the snow. The world is completely undisturbed save by the faint twitterings of a cardinal perched in the snowy branches of a nearby bush. Torn between wanting to preserve the stillness and wanting to step into the scene…you give in and make the first marks in the fresh snow. Your boot crunches through the surface of the ice and sinks into the powdery snow. You take a few more steps until you’re completely clear of the shelter of the house and slowly look around. It’s this intense feeling of being part of this world, but not of it.
It’s just so in the summertime, as well. You wake up to the constant hum of the fan, open your eyes and feel the cool sheets against your skin. You slowly sit up and see the faint blues of the sky, splashed with pastels of orange and pink. Leaning onto the windowsill, you look out onto a world of unimaginable possibility. No matter your age, it makes you feel like a kid, waking up to a day of summer vacation. The idea of a morning commute, of the day’s hustle and bustle are so very far from your mind as to be completely intangible. It’s so early that despite the sweat you endured while trying to fall asleep the night prior, a cool chill hangs in the air. Dew drops still glisten undisturbed on the blades of grass. You’ve woken up before the birds have even started their morning chirping. An overwhelming sense of silence hangs in the world, and you fight the urge to shout out just to shake the weight of it. You breathe in and fill your lungs with the fresh air, feeling it expand your sinuses and seep into the corners of your chest.
Seeing the world so undisturbed, so peaceful and full of possibility fills you with such an overwhelming feeling of hope for the day ahead. It’s a fleeting feeling, you know, but if you can just hold onto some semblance of it throughout the day, keep the sight, sweet odors, and sounds tucked into some corner of your brain to draw forth if the day gets too hectic…you know you’ll be able to feel the corners of your mouth curl up into a grin as your head cocks to the side and your eyes rest on a sight no one else can see…
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