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2012
unknownj
It's light outside already, and it's only 4:30am...

You can always tell when you're just on the edge of daybreak - the light from the streets of the city masks the true colour of the sky, but the birds can smell the dawn anyway. My big window is wide open 24/7 except in times of really heavy rain, so I can hear them as soon as they start up, and it always makes me look outside. Right now, the moon is being a stubborn bitch and refusing to move. The sky is turning to blue and it's still hanging there shining brightly. Time to go exploring, but I'll be back soon...

.....

So I'm back... It's 5am now, and it's well and truly bright outside. It's been so long since I've experienced this, since last summer was spent either working, or in Pennsylvania. And when I was in Penn, I was generally going to bed at around 3am every day, so I never got to see the sun coming up. And when working, I slept every spare minute I could get... And all my time living on campus, because I was on the west-facing slope of a valley, the sun took ages coming up... Then the year before, again, I was working. I've kinda missed out on the last two summers, and I'm determined to make the most of the next month, before I'm working again.

I can still remember being a kid in the summer though - you could see trees from my bedroom window in the house I used to live in until I was six... There were birds' nests in them - you could tell because in the winter, there were these big brown nests in amongst the bare branches. The birds used to sing, and I slept on the top level of bunk beds, so I could look out of the window and look at the sun coming up in the East...

Then we moved, there weren't any bird nests any more, but I was still facing east, this time with a window that faced onto the front garden. I could always hear the milkman coming to deliver milk to the door in the early mornings, and the sound of the electric motors on milk floats are still kinda comforting to me even now. Heck, in my teen years, rather than staying out late, I tended to go to bed at a reasonable hour and then get up early (like 3am), just because I love the early morning so much. I guess I'm just weird ;o)

So anyway, I went on a walk.... There's a few places in this area where the houses actually have front gardens, so I went there - the smell of flowers when they're just opening up in the mornings is beautiful. There was this beautiful Fuchsia bush down the road from here which was looking lovely... The whole world is just a much nicer place when the flowers are blooming, the birds are singing, the sun is just coming up, and all the people are far, far away from me, still unconscious.

I had a feeling this would turn cynical at the end......

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that entry really did sound beautiful. :)

I try... Didn't come out quite how I wanted it to, but it could've been worse I suppose...

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