Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Go See What You Don't Often See

Last Thursday, I went to a baseball game with some friends and for some reason, when I got home, I wasn't tired in the slightest. It was late but my brain just wouldn't shut off. I laid in my bed for about an hour when I got annoyed and grabbed my headphones because I knew there was no hope of sleeping. I put my iPhone on my recently added (Brooke Waggoner and Les Enfants, for those who care) and scrolled through endless photos on Instagram, finding new people to follow. Soon enough, it was 4 a.m. and I was still awake. All I wanted to do was get in my car and go for a drive so that's exactly what I did. I quietly left the house and ventured into the dark, peaceful, empty town. At 4 in the morning, there wasn't a soul on the road. I rode down the curvy, mountainous roads of 250 for a bit, knowing the sun wasn't going to come up for another couple hours, which is mainly why I got up in the first place. I wanted to see the glorious sun say good morning. 

So when I finally made my way to the overlook I planned to watch the sunrise at, I first sat in my car, windows up, headlights on, and music loud. But then I realized it would be so much better with my windows down, headlights dimmed, and music off. I just sat there in the still of my silence as the fog rose off the town below and the twinkling lights of cars passed far off in the distance. The birds made their morning debut by chirping in unison and the deer scattered when I took a photo from the window of my car. I just reveled in the fact that it felt like I was the only person awake. There's something special about watching the sunrise; each one is different and you never know what to expect. Sometimes it's better than others but it's always a memory to be held onto. I remember each and every sunrise I've ever watched, all holding a place in my heart. The next chance you get, go watch the sunrise. Go journal. Go be alone. Go see what you don't often see.


  1. Is that at the blue ridge parkway? I live about 1 1/2 hours from Lovers Leap and Mabry Mill.