I have a friend who says that if she wanted to see a sunrise, she could just videotape a sunset and then watch it in reverse. In general I’m a fan of this line of thinking; who needs early mornings? Unfortunately, it seems, I do, as I’ve gained a bit of weight this year, and so every morning finds me struggling to drag my carcass out of bed and make it to the gym to do that thing … oh, Jeez, what’s it called … exercise. Move around. Turns out? It helps. Only the problem is you have to do it every day. I mean, we all know someone who smoked and drank every day of their lives and lived to be 98, but you have to assume this won’t be you. And as I have a few plans that involve not having to buy new jeans anytime soon, there I am, every morning.
I actually rather enjoy going. Which is to say, for me, that I try to keep a positive attitude about the whole thing. The other day when we pulled up in the morning, there was even more to enjoy:

Now. I enjoys my sleep as much as the next, and while a sunrise in and of itself will never be reason for me to see the non-dreamy side of 5:30 a.m., this did make it all worth it:

I’m not sure what they’re building down there, but there is a lot of construction, and I really loved the look of those cranes silhouetted against the sky.
