Sunrise
Everyone’s got moments in life when they question their sanity/judgment. I had one of those moments early this morning (the indisputably early kind of early), when after 26 straight hours of wakefulness, I found myself still forcing my body to remain awake. I had chugged down a five-hour energy shot, its dose of caffeine not really standing a chance against my level of tiredness. Edgar and I looked on at a sky the color of bruising flesh. We barely understood where we were and what we were doing there. After a couple of days of this, time starts behaving strangely. You feel you’re watching sunrises immediately after each other, while the rest of your day feels like an alien memory- a TV show you watched once but you can’t recall how long ago.
So, yes, I deserve to have my sanity questioned, particularly by myself. This is a strange thing to do. Self-inflicted sleep deprivation is admittedly quite dumb, even in the name of beauty’s appreciation. And this year’s mission has been more challenging than last year’s. I have been met with considerably less enthusiasm from my friends, with only Edgar consistently accompanying me. Even the sky seems uninspired by my dedication and willpower; clouds are the soul of sunsets and sunrises, canvases on which the sun’s rays transform themselves like playful chameleons, and this year the sky has provided only the tickle of a cloud during sunrise #2.
But, of course, it’s worth it in the end. You know I feel that way because I’m still going. Sunset post later today.
Reminder: I wrote a book. Read about it here.
