Sons of Loki

I can’t believe I’ve gone 21 years without staying up to watch a sunrise. Today I went out at about 6:50am and wandered out of the dorm and down the street, past the old man flexing his fingers for his morning exercises. The air was ice cold, and so refreshing.
There’s this little park near us which I knew about but never visited before. I’m glad I did. It’s so strange how we can go months living in a place and barely scratch the surface of what’s around us, isn’t it?
But the park was simply beautiful. I happened across it, catching the first rays of the rising sun as I heard “Hazey Jane I” on my iPod:

Do you feel like a remnant
Of something that’s past
Do you find things are moving
Just a little too fast?

and the sunlight blazed between pillars and between trees and it was really too beautiful, the pale green of the park before me, covered in icy dew. I wandered across the common, feet crunching on frozen grass, overwhelmed by it all. I told myself I wouldn’t bring my camera, but I wished I had. (I will tomorrow, maybe.) The sun shining over Chofu airfield, the distant towers, the ducks on the glimmering pond; the last glow of the moon above, in the west.

I got back and grabbed my camera and took a few photos from the top floor of the dorm.