Arizonan Mornings

I’d have to admit that I’m a morning person. Even in college, I’d aim for a (virtually unheard of) 1am bedtime so that I’d be able to wake up at 7 or 8 without having to use an alarm clock. And now that I’m back home for the summer, I’ve taken to aiming to get in bed at 11 (whoa! Before midnight?!?!) and waking up at sunrise. Sunrises in Arizona are just too good to miss.

I’m sitting outside right now, listening to the symphony of birds, swooping whistles permeating the air among the short, crisp chirps. The sky is spattered with wisps of high-altitude clouds and the horizon is hidden by Saguaros, Palo Verdes, and the Catalina Mountains. This morning light is so soft that even shadows seem vague and nearly nonexistent. It’s beautiful out, and I think it’s plenty enough reason to wake up early.

Sometimes I wish that more people would see Arizona as a place of natural beauty and awe. But then again, if too many people realized that the desert is not just a sea of sand where adobe dwellings rise out in the middle of nowhere (“You see those two things sticking out of the ground over there? That’s a neighborhood. People actually live there.”), then there wouldn’t be that quiet, under-appreciated nature to this place. And for now, quite frankly, I want to keep this (albeit 110-degree) haven all to myself.

Arizona Sunrises

[I’ve never seen better sunrises than the ones from my own backyard.]


~ by thechanster on 7:47 am, Tuesday, June 23, 2009.

2 Responses to “Arizonan Mornings”

  1. This was a really great read, I am very glad I came across your site.

  2. I am SO not a morning person, haha. The only time I get up without grumble and hitting my snooze button is for walks with you ;) Anyway, I agree that Tucson is beautiful–and I appreciate that so much more now that I’ve been away. But for whatever reason, it’s just never quite felt like home to me. The East Coast weather, despite its often arctic, rainy, muddy conditions FEELS much more beautiful to me even though I appreciate more cerebrally the beauty of the desert…I don’t know if that makes sense…It’s funny, though, because I’ve been much more happy here than I ever was living on the East Coast. I don’t really understand. Maybe it’s my Norwegian blood, wanting the cold and all, haha. Granted, I’m happy to come home now, and it feels more like home than it used to, now that I’ve got family and friends that I miss and long to come back to. But for some reason, I just don’t FIT in the desert, much as I’ve come to love it…

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