Sunrise over Chelsea

I am not a morning person, or more specifically, I am not a pre-dawn person.  During the summer when the sun rises at 3:00am, I am happily up at 7:00am and ready to start my day.  In the winter, however, I can easily sleep until 11am.

I've never understood why some people get excited about watching the sunrise.  For starters, you have to wake up at the butt crack of dawn to witness it.  Then, having grown up on the west coast of California, it's hard to imagine anything more magnificent than the sun setting over the ocean.  I love how the sky changes from cerulean to orange to red to violet to indigo and finally to black.  Every dusk is different but always equally gorgeous.

This morning I saw the sunrise for what is probably the third time my entire life, and I was surprised by how beautiful it looked.

Dawn

It makes sense that the sunrise should look the opposite of the sunset, but I'd never noticed before.  Maybe the three other times I've been up early enough to see the sunrise I've been busy complaining about the fact that I'm up so early.  I just don't recall the different colours in the sky, it seemed that it was pitch black and then it was light outside.

Sunrise over Chelsea

If I see another few of these sunrises, it might make up for having The Small One wake me up in the wee hours of the morning.