I was never a morning person. Not until I took a position with a company that has a distributed, work-from-home team and found myself needing to interact with people in Europe and elsewhere around the world.
That’s all well and good, but since I’m on the West Coast of North America, our communication was interrupted by our time zone differences. Meaning I’d ask or answer questions after their workday was over.
So to solve that problem I changed my schedule and started my work day at 6 a.m. That way the first couple hours of my day overlap with the late part of the European’s day.
But to start working at 6, I have to get up at 5. For someone who used to go to sleep around 2 or 3 a.m., that’s quite a change. I love being up at night when most people are asleep. It’s a magical kind of thing, and you can get a lot done. The “vibes,” for lack of a better term, are very different after midnight that they are at noon.
But now, as a side effect of getting up very early, I’ve discovered the wonders of the sunrise. It’s as magic as the overnight vibes, and it’s almost the same kind of thing. Most people don’t get out of bed at 5 a.m., so the early morning has its own magic.
These aren’t pictures of the early morning (I’ll have some of those when our new wide-angle lens arrives in the next week or two), but they are a glimpse of my world here in the desert.