Mentalechoes

It’s 6.30am, and I’m up.

I can’t remember the last time I actually got up at 6.30am, it’s been so long. Maybe it was 5 years ago, maybe 10. Normally the only way I see 6.30am is from being up the night before and seeing the sunrise. Then you know you’ve had a good night out, a night out worth telling someone about.

The sunrise is already well past as I look out my living room window. It’s going to be a beautiful day, I can see that already; the sun is throwing golden beams of warm light wide across the horizon, and the sky is a cloudless subtle blue-grey. There’s almost no wind, a feeling of post dawn stillness still sits in the air. There isn’t any of the bustling rushing activity going on yet that I associate with mornings. But then my morning isn’t usually due to start for another 2 hours yet.

I don’t hate being up at 6.30am like I thought I would. I’m not a natural morning person, I’m much more the night owl type who prefers to stay up late and sleep late. I like the darkness of the night and the artificial light of electric fires. But there is something peaceful and sweet about 6.30am that is comforting to me as I sit here at my computer about to start some work. In the background I put on some soothing lounge tunes to set a nice ambience for the slowly evolving movie of the world waking up outside my window, and I’m struck by just how picturesque the whole vision of the scene really is.

Perhaps I could do this again. There is something lovely about the early morning that I had forgotten about, something worth touching every now and then which the night can’t give you.

Yes, it’s all very pretty at 6.30am

Padwanna!