Good Morning

I woke up early this morning, early enough to witness the sunrise. Our apartment has the unique position of not being high enough for a proper view of the Downtown Los Angeles skyline, but being high enough that we can see the tops of those buildings from our balcony. This was a disappointing reality at first, but I've come to appreciate the beauty in the view-that's-not-a-view. There's something poetic, maybe, about seeing only a glimpse of what could be, were we a little bit higher off the ground. There's something about having a view but having to look up, not down, to see it. Or maybe there isn't, and this is all just bullshit. I don't know.

What I do know is that I like the cold, crisp air of morning, before the sun ruins it all with its warmth. I like the calm of a shower, of a small breakfast, of a cup of tea on that poetic balcony. I like the quiet optimism of each slowly passing second, before the speed and stress of a real day dawning.

I need to do this more often.