I will admit that the world looks pretty and sparkly at O'dark-thirty in the morning, but it is equally sparkly and pretty at the much more reasonable hour of -- oh, let's say anything before 2 AM.
I can count on one hand the number of sunrises I've seen. Alright, it might take two hands but that's *it*. The number of sunsets is uncountable, so much so that I don't consider a vacation complete unless I have photographed at least one sunset. So when I see a sunrise it is notable and usually associated with some Event: a long trip (driving to Christmas at Grandma's), a death (my Mother's), a birth (Pippa's).
Today's sunrise viewing will herald the start of our relocation to London.
How fitting.
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