New York City, NY
|Sunrise over the East River: the view from my window|
|East 39th Street, looking west|
I suddenly knew what subconsciously got me out of bed. And, especially after enduring two energy-sapping, depressing days of bitterly cold temperatures earlier in the week, ones that made me seriously question the wisdom (or sanity) of our decision to leave California, I felt joyful to be confronted, for once, with something positive about winter: sunrises occurring so late in the morning that even this non-early riser could be treated to one on occasion!
And I knew it was going to be a good day.