This morning I was driving to work at 7:10 and came across the most wicked sunrise I have seen in some time. There is something about being up early-ish that really appeals to me. Even if there are already a lot of people awake, just getting up early feels really good to me, like I am accomplishing something merely by being up an hour early. Granted, getting up early on monday inevitably means that I will be unable to get up by friday. Its still a good feeling though. As far as wicked sunrises and -sets go, every time I see a particularly wicked awesome one, I immediately think of Don Delillo’s White Noise, and the notion that wicked sunrises are in fact due to wicked air pollution.
On Saturday I will be wed to the woman of my dreams.