when you wake up early and see the winter sun at a long sunrise angle,, then realize that being one of a late-rising proclivity, this experience is much less common than observing a sunset with a beer at 7 or 8 pm in mid spring near the 49th parallel. being so rare, it relates itself much closer in my mind to these waning twilight moments, making me feel as if i just had risen from a mid-afternoon many houred nap, then a sense of pre-regret for my insomniac midnight self though it is really only 8:30 in the am... pic somewhat related i was making fun of people for stopping in the middle of main mall to take pictures with jaw afloor as if they had never seen the end of a diurnal cycle before, for coolness's sake i felt the need to take the position of haughtiness but then about two minutes later succombed to the same fate as these individuals, because it really was a master class in carnation and lilac framed above the recently violently eviscerated bushes and shrubs on the section of university boulevard that rises towards the fountain
promotes positivity
pro tip, dreams don’t always make sense - so when weird/bad stuff happens, you can shrug it off and be like wow what a weird dream bro 🤷
