last night i was reading and Thoreau is going on and on about how the early morning is the best time to be alive. It is the time when artists are inspired and poets hear words, you are not living your life unless you are spending regular time with the sunrise. for some reason today i just happened to wake up before the sun rose and decided to stay up. i took saide for a boat ride and then walked around the lake. There was something nice about walking in the dim woods without the worry of light running out. I could see it being nice making this a regular thing but i might not have such a strong opinion as Thoreau.