I have been thinking lately about why some of us like to wake up early in the morning. "Seize the day" and similar quotes offer some explanation but I think it's something deeper than that.⁣
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I mean, why would someone get out of a warm, cozy bed at 06.00 a.m., dress up, get out into the freezing morning cold and drive or walk all the way up a mountain?⁣
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Is it masochism? Obsession? Is it the feeling of seizing the day like so many quotes have stated? Maybe yes, maybe no, maybe some, maybe none.⁣
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What I've realised though is that every time I manage to get up so early I get rewarded with scenes of sublimeness and occasionally with a short ray of wisdom.⁣
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A few days ago I got to witness one of the most stunning sunrises of this year. Despite the jaw-dropping vista in front of me I found something else, quiet unexpected appearing up in the horizon.⁣
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It is there, between the moody clouds of⁣
the early morning hours that some form of magic seems to happen. Just when you start to truly feel the cold, to question the reason why you got up so early and look back behind you, thinking to go back to bed, it happens.⁣
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A vibrant circle of fiery red appears above the mountains on the horizon, setting fire to everything it reaches.⁣
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Your eyes go berserk with all the beauty they are witnessing. Light, shape, movement, they all merge to create scenes of fantasy.⁣
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Your mind tries to fathom what your eyes are seeing but it can't. Not fully at least. And it is there you realise that some of the most beautiful things we can witness are like this because they can't be fully understood. And that's how they should probably stay.

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