“Early to bed and early to rise
Makes people healthy and wealthy and wise.”
That’s the folk wisdom, anyway. I kept thinking about “Late to bed and late to rise…” but couldn’t come up with anything at all, let alone anything inspiring. And yet that’s my modus vivendi, I’m afraid. I may pop into bed early, but ETA on my actual sleep time is guaranteed to be 11 p.m. or later. Much later, sometimes.
So when sunrise comes around, despite the impassioned descriptions of my early-rising friends (Pauline? Jen? are you there or are you outside already?) the beauties of the early morning sky tempt me not.
This morning, though, I’d been passing one of THOSE nights, you know, sleep a few hours, wake a few hours, sleep and wake, sleep and wake, won’t it ever be morning? THAT kind of night. So in desperation, about 5 a.m. I decided if you can’t lick ’em, join ’em, and I staggered into the front room to see the morning sky.
The streetlight’s still on — A few lights at the neighbors which burn all night — And a quite lovely turning-to-blue sky — Day is breaking. And to think it happens every single morning!
(How about you? What do you think of daybreak? Are you a lark or a night owl?)