For the last two days now I’ve been willingly waking up before the crack of dawn. Venturing out in the cold, through veils of mist. Waiting for morning to break and the first rays of gold to kiss the sky. It’s not something I willingly and happily do back home. But it’s been oddly special and satisfying to be able to take in that transition from dark to misty and shrouded to gentle light casting mellow shadows all around before things get bright, warm and clear.
Slow, transient, forcing you to enjoy the process as much as the outcome, memorable, subtle, yet overpowering in its simplicity. And experiencing it took doing things I wouldn’t normally do, pushing myself out of the snug comfort zone I am in. Much like all the best things in life.
Same time, last year: Day 362: Time