Sunrise

I am not an early riser.  The sunrise may be breathtaking.  Rising early may give one a sense of accomplishment.  I guess those things aren't important to me, as 7:30 or 8:00 a.m. is early enough for me.  Some days, even later is better.  This morning, however, I had to take Michael to the airport at 5:00 a.m., wondering, as we drove, if I would be able to stay awake enough to drive home.

As I drove home, I did appreciate the silhouette of the Sandias against the sky as it lightened, that glimpse of sunlight waiting to make its appearance.  As I drove east on Academy, I felt like I was in an unfamiliar place.  All I saw was dark punctuated with lights that looked like a mansion ahead, or a huge building.  It was actually the streetlights at Wyoming, transformed for a few moments.

I enjoyed my experience, but that's enough.  When I returned home, I crawled into bed for another hour. The dogs didn't complain and just cuddled up.  That's the time I appreciate the most.