That was the word of the day, last Sunday. I have to confess that I was very close to not getting up at 7 AM. My bed was feeling so damn cosy, but something inside of me was telling me that I will not regret it if I make this effort.
So there I was at 7:20 already in the car, driving back to where I was on Saturday to photograph the sunrise. I knew the sun was supposed to rise at 7:47. The sky was already lightning up, the clouds were already colored in beautiful warm tones. It was a good decision to wake up.
I got to the place at around 7:35, the grass was very wet, it had also rained during the night and I was wearing totally inappropriate shoes. It didn’t mattered anymore when I saw the view and started photographing. Birds were waking up also, they started singing and flying. Once in a while a car passed by and I could hear dogs bark somewhere in the distance. But the most powerful sound was that of the sun coming up. Outstandingly beautiful, really.
If you don’t believe me I have proof..