Before Sunrise

The sun rose at 6:56am in London today. It was beautiful.

I was out for a run, trotting along Regent's Canal starting at about 6:30am, still in semi-darkness. The only other people out along the canal at that hour are other runners, cyclists, and the occasional dog walker. Even though I've never talked to any of them, I like that there's a certain sense of camaraderie along the waterways at that hour. We jump out of each other's way under low-hanging bridges, we smile at one another, sharing just a hint of the craziness that could possibly drag a semi-normal person out of bed and into the brisk March air at dawn. 

There's so much I love about the London canals that it'll undoubtedly inspire its own blog post at some point. At daybreak, there's no place I'd rather be.

I love witnessing the sunrise on a clear day. It sets a certain tone. In those moments, I forget that I have to be at my desk just an hour later, that I have meetings and deliverables and responsibilities, or even that I'm in a huge city surrounded by frantic energy.

In that moment, the light just makes everything look beautiful.

Love,
Joëlle