when you wake up early and see the winter sun at a long sunrise angle,, then realize that being one of a late-rising proclivity, this experience is much less common than observing a sunset with a beer at 7 or 8 pm in mid spring near the 49th parallel. being so rare, it relates itself much closer in my mind to these waning twilight moments, making me feel as if i just had risen from a mid-afternoon many houred nap, then a sense of pre-regret for my insomniac midnight self though it is really only 8:30 in the am...
pic somewhat related i was making fun of people for stopping in the middle of main mall to take pictures with jaw afloor as if they had never seen the end of a diurnal cycle before, for coolness's sake i felt the need to take the position of haughtiness but then about two minutes later succombed to the same fate as these individuals, because it really was a master class in carnation and lilac framed above the recently violently eviscerated bushes and shrubs on the section of university boulevard that rises towards the fountain
