What Is It About Mornings
I used to like sunrises. Of late, I find them to be awful. Sourceless light begins to fill the edges of the sky and it ranges through the spectrum and intensity until there is enough light to see the world and the world is not attractive in the morning light. The world at daybreak is that hot actress who looks like hell before she puts her makeup on. The world is that bleary-eyed, greenish skinned, rumple-headed person who looks back from the morning mirror under the wrong lighting.
Awful. Sunsets are better.