Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Dawn's first light is so fresh and full of potential. It's quiet, still, but not creepy in the way that the final minutes of nighttime can be. Depending on the season, everything is still dewy or frosty from the night before. Birds sing so beautifully in the early morning. The crickets, too. And I love watching my neighbors poke their heads out their front doors to retrieve the paper, or let a pet out for a morning pee. Their hair is rumpled and the sweats, robes or teeshirts they're wearing are crinkled, too. It's sweet, like watching animals coming out of their burrows after the long winter.
I could lead a far more stylish life if I could make myself stay up late, Night owls are cool people who sit and talk until 3:00 in the morning, or play jazz late into the night, make art, make love all night, just like in the movies. Night is so mysterious and powerful - the people who thrive at night are always so sophisticated.
After many years of trying to restructure my life to fit a different circadian rhythm, (in order to become sophisticated) I finally gave up, exhausted and cranky. I'm content these days with being a morning person. Though not nearly as glamorous a time as the hour of afterparties, it has its charms. At least I think so.