Set aside for a minute that the sun does not actually rise or set. The Earth either rotates toward or away from the sun. Think of all the crappy poetry that would create if you had to substitute that definition for sunrise or sunset. Sorry for the redundancy of crappy poetry. Where was I? Oh, that was it. The difference between sunrises and sunsets and the people who embrace them is not a difference without a distinction.
Sunrises are beautiful in their own way. The way the sun reflects off the dew on the grass makes you squint. And the dew itself is pretty much a pain in the ass as well. You walk outside without shoes and you have to come in and change your socks. But the sounds of sunrise are my favorite part. The birds chirping away signifying the beginning of a new day. It would be their last day if I owned a shotgun. Folklore says they should be out getting a worm instead of performing an avian equivalent of Skynrd's Freebird outside my window. Just my luck I get birds who can't hold a job in my tree. But once a week I don't hear the birds at all.
Because every Tuesday is trash day. The birds know they cannot compete with the trash man. Our county has apparently contracted with the Gravedigger to haul our trash when he's not doing Monster Truck rallies. The windows actually shake when he rumbles up the street. If you have ever watched one of these trucks in action you need a life too. It is impossible for the trash to fall anywhere except in the back of the truck. Yet the driver will smash the dumpster a minimum of three times per can. It must be in his contract. I have been to skeet shooting competitions that create less noise. At least this is only once a week.
Sunrise also brings out the most mysterious creature I have ever met. The "morning person". These are people who wake up and immediately begin doing...well...stuff. They make coffee and and breakfast. Perhaps the strangest thing to me is they talk. A lot. And fast. It's like they have energy. And what do they have to look forward to? A nice long relaxing day at work. They have a to do list of things to accomplish during the day. I've had writing a to do list on the top of my to do list for the last twenty five years. I am not a morning person which makes them all the more confusing to me. Morning people truly embrace Carpe diem. I am more like carpe noonish. The thought of conversation with another human being before 9am is quite terrifying. My heart doesn't beat until close to noon. Sunrises are best when witnessed at the end of an all nighter. It usually is a sign of triumph at that point. To summarize the sunrise, you start out with wet feet, get audibly gang raped by birds and sanitation engineers and then are forced to engage in a conversation about what you plan to do for the day. Now for sunsets.
Shimmering waves of heat are still coming off the street as you pull into the driveway. You get into the house and emerge wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. Your feet feel the heat coming of the grass and it feels good. If you lay on the grass you could take a quick nap it's so comfortable. (Anyone who as had a few too many beers during the day knows this fact.) The afternoon breeze is kicking up right on time. The only sounds that can be heard is the sizzle of whatever type of beef is on the grill. At least until the ice cream truck makes his rounds in the neighborhood. Garbage versus ice cream, this isn't a fair fight.
Sunrise people begin to lose the stoned, eyes half shut look when the sun completely disappears. All of sudden the person who had the conversational skills of a mime for the daylight hours comes alive. Sunrise people will wax eloquent on anything from the merits of alabaster paint to Zeus being an overrated Greek God as long as the sun is gone for the day. They will complete an eight hour shift at work and then spend another hour in the parking lot talking to the same people they have been talking to all night. Vampires would be envious of the amount of work true sunset people can get done in the middle of the night.
What does the sunset bring? How about the anticipation of time with the family? Or sports or your favorite TV shows? Or maybe a little bumping uglies with your spouse? (Note: Even morning people don't like sex in the morning) It seems to me the real time to seize the day is when the day is about to end and the night begins. To summarize, the sunset brings on all that is true and good with the world. This comparison may be slightly biased.
Till next.....
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