Sunrise, September 3rd (6:11 a.m)
After a housewarming party and a sleepless night, I drove down the slightly-less-than-abandoned 5 a.m. Vegas streets headed northbound, the sky lighting up to my right. Music sounds louder, more unrestrained at five in the morning, I think.
Loaded with coffee and a battery-less camera, I directed my car up the six floors of UNLV’s parking garage. My friend Edgar showed up a few moments before the sun poked out from behind the aptly named Sunrise Mountain. Sunrises are never anything short of incendiary, although the cloudless Vegas sky kept the spectacle modest, if such a word can be applied.
Sunset, September 3rd (7:05 p.m)
Unaccompanied and basic, but sunsets aren’t the worst time for solitude. It’s funny that it isn’t customary to stop everything you’re doing during these daily occurrences and just watch the sky. I, for one, refuse to pretend that there is nothing special about the sky’s chromatic transformation, just because it happens all the time.
Barring unforeseen complications, the sun will rise again tomorrow, and I’ll be there to say good morning. I recommend you give it a shot too. You’ll be surprised how beautiful the city you’re used to living in is when painted in dawn’s unfamiliar light.
