unnatural love

[jinian]

Early morning is not my proper habitat at all. I prefer getting up to a sun already bright and staying awake into comforting darkness. When I'm forced to see it for an actual reason, though, I love the dawn very much. The soft, pervasive smell of evening primrose having spread through the damp night air would be enough. Sunrises are wonderful, and what happened today was wonderful too: dark cloud, not too chill, me biking down by the lake to get to the lab. The lake was the color people always say is steel-gray, but it's much too soft and deep for that. It's more like the color that one always thinks must be underneath a blue cat's fur, though the fur isn't that color any more than water is.

Coming home, more people, more light, and one downright balletic Doberman Pinscher, running-flying and dancing in circles as its owner thudded along.

Now let's see if I can go back to sleep.