The clock reads 4:16 AM - Monday morning. Three cups of coffee keeping me up, all night. Not ideal, not the best for my health, but we do what we need to do in this world - I work a few overnights each week. It was an opportunity given to me at one point, and I took it to get behind the front desk. It's all right, it's pretty chill. It gives me days to ski, which is a big perk. One of the mornings I work is Monday, a morning I've come to love. The world, all over, is shaking off the pace of the weekend - revelry, respite, retreat, what ever. When the sun comes up, people bustle and let responsibilities and mundane things like commuting take them over. News pops up from all over; Asia, Europe, NYC. People's morning routines emerge. Distractions. It's pulse, noticeably different from sleepy, quiet Sunday.
I've never been much of a morning person, but I love them. I used to have the hardest time waking up all throughout elementary and high school, a major source of frustration for my parents - sorry, Mom and Dad. Then there was college, when I religiously avoided early AM classes and spent most Saturdays and Sundays sleeping in, hungover. I remember never wanting to spend another late morning in bed, hungover - what a waste. Now I like being up in the morning, the earlier the better. The angle of the morning sun, the serenity, the clean slate. People have a certain clarity and integrity in the morning that can seem to wane as the day progresses. I like to see this in the morning, and soak it up.
In NY, people are two hours ahead of me; in Europe, seven hours; Asia, fourteen. Things happening outside my physical presence intrigue me. I like to think of that unseen potential, what is available to happen. Things happening that I don't know are happening. Throughout history, we've been limited by physical, spatial proximity dictating our experience of the world. We still are, of course, but now we have the internet - connecting us to events far removed from our physical settings. I enjoy catching the pace of other places via the internet; living vicariously through the internet, I guess.