I have been rather disappointed lately that by the time I get to the bus stop in the morning, the sun is still not out. I look back on my instagram feed when I had taken some nice sunrise shots. They aren’t as vibrant or deeply moody as my sunset shots, but I appreciate them differently. They are shots of hope, when the day is still young and we can be optimistic. Seeing a good sunset sets me up for the day.
These days, the sun has barely just arisen when I get off the bus at the terminal. I have tried taking shots from there, but modern urban unsightliness gets in the way. I have tried taking shots through the window of the bus, but grime and general lack of cleanliness get in the way.
Today, when I could have used a beautiful sunrise, I was, instead, greeted by the moon. I have probably seen the moon in daylight hours many times, but today seemed different, somehow. Today seemed special.
My student whose name seemed to perplex the local Starbucks staff, (read about it here) was able to clearly spell them his name this morning so his coffee looked like it actually belonged to him.