getting up early
It has its rewards. Over the long weekend, motivated by hot air balloons, I forced my eyes open and feet on the floor in the predawn half-hour, went out and collected my reward, which you can see by the latest flickr link in my Travelblogue. Today, a less adventurous reward: waking up effortlessly at 6:30, to see the morning rising, and revel in the coolth of the day, the only time I am likely to get anything done, as heat is not my friend. Years ago, I often got up before dawn, even before... Sign in to see full entry.