Last night was kickin. The evening began with visitors from the city... Zizzie and Sam came up in a spontaneous turn of events, and we had an enjoyable visit and a nice chat! Amy was supposed to come, but she's coming tonight instead! Yay! Two nights of visitors!
After they left at midnight, we started a Desperate Housewives marathon (Eva Longoria is sooooo hot) that lasted till 4:20 am. With the sun nearing the horizon, it seemed appropriate to throw the Frisbee around until it was all the way up.
I love the sunrise. I think that, more than any other celestial event, the sunrise invokes one of the strongest and most haunting emotional responses from me. It's very similar to the way some amazing sunsets have made me feel over the years...A large array of emotions followed by a sense of release, a satisfaction that can only be measured by the my own emotional meter.
Though similar to sunset, the emotional response from a sunrise is different. Sunrise is filled with a feeling of anticipation, combined with the remnants of the childhood aversion of being up at such weird hours. "It's late, get to bed!"...Or..."It's too early to be awake, get back to sleep"... I can hear these words bouncing around my head. Obviously, they don't have any impact anymore, but they're still there, and they fuel the emotional barrage.
Sure, being up to see a sunrise screws up your sleep schedule, but it's amazing to experience and I look forward to the next time.
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