Normally, bright sunlight directly on my face isn’t something I enjoy. Is why we wear sunglasses and hats and seek out shade. But, part of my morning tradition, my ritual, is to sit and wait for that exact thing to happen, and, for whatever reason, in those circumstances I love it.
There are three places I may sit in the morning while awaiting the sun to rise over the lake out back: the living room couch, the sitting room couch, or outside on the back porch. All three have relatively the same sight-line and face the same direction, more or less. So when the sun comes up in the east there’s a moment, right around 745am-8am this time of year, where it’s 100% shining on you from those positions.
The direct sunrise light only lasts twenty minutes or so as it continues around and is eventually blocked by the roofline, but I love that moment when those first rays finally top the treeline and hit my face on a new morning. I imagine those twenty minutes are recharging me after a night’s sleep, powering me up for another day.
Also written on this day...
- fruited plains - 2006