The last few mornings, I've been waking up early enough to watch the sunrise. It's always been one of my favorite natural spectacles, and my house is positioned such that I can view it directly from my kitchen. On a morning when it isn't frozen and snow-covered, I can enjoy the view from my deck as well. I live in a tri-level that sits slightly higher than the neighborhood to the east, and there are only a few trees in my line of sight. Plenty of space between
This wasn't something I specifically planned, or was even considering, but I took a mental note when we first walked through the place. It didn't occur to me until much later that this is the first time I've had that privilege.
Growing up, I lived in a fairly dense suburb. The best view of the sunrise was about a mile away on Town Hall Road. That wasn't too far, and I made the trek frequently in the summertime. But in the dead of winter, it was too cold and slippery, at least until I was old enough to drive. That's been the case most places I've lived since: too many houses, trees, or hills to have a clear view of the sunrise.
I don't think about it much, but I'm struck every time I wake up early enough to see it. It's magical.
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