When I tell people I usually get up around 5:30 a.m. to go for a walk, they look like I'm a nut job, whereas I think they should be impressed. But whatever. Different folks, different strokes. To each his own. Whatever floats your boat. So on and so forth.
I don't always love getting up that early--especially in the dead of winter--but it's great in the summer because you own the morning roads, and you re-discover daily that Salt Lake City when it first wakes up is a very beautiful city--all awash in blue and green light. As fresh as sea air.
And I carry around the memory of it like a happy secret for the rest of the day.
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First of all, THIS is beautiful.
Secondly, I also am an early riser, which is becoming a bit of a problem for me. I have to rise early, but as my kids get older, it's becoming more difficult to go to bed early. I did have an epiphany today. Maybe I should start taking a thirty minute nap everyday to counterbalance my sleep problems. But I'm wondering, do naps work?
I LOVE my early morning runs, just me and the birds and the sky, pulling night into morning with the sweep of my hand.
All those people in bed? They don't know what they're missing.
Beautifully said. I especially like that the memory of early morning is "like a happy secret for the rest of the day."
lovely. I feel the morning is glorious, yet I am hard pressed to get up for the glory. but tonight I sat out with the historian for a long time listening to the rain. And I will remember that for awhile. happy secret indeed.
Beautiful description. I too get up early to walk, and I would love to see the blue and green light of SLC when I walk. Las Vegas summer mornings are pretty as well. They just are not as pleasant. Red and orange light, as hot and fresh as coal fired pizza oven.
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