Watching the sun rise has always been a terrible experience for me. Not just “terrible” in the sense of “really really bad” but also in the sense of “there is some actual terror present for me right now”. I want to acknowledge that it certainly isn’t this way for everybody. There is a species of baffling, incomprehensible freaks who wake up before dawn spontaneously, greeting the sunrise with a soft smile and a hot cup of coffee or tea, grateful for the full day of meaningful connection and contribution ahead of them.