There are times in life when you wait for the sun to rise. On some mornings there is an impatience with the speed of its ascention while in other times there is a surprise at how quickly it rose into the air. This ancient rhythm has been a regular occurrence since the dawn of time and yet at different times it has special significance at least to me and in this time. The little alleys and clever paths as well as the cloudy haze obscure this event sometimes but it is always there at a certain time calculated by our observations. There are a few days left before my trek and maybe these early mornings are an anticipation of what is to come. To see the sun rise in new places and see what kind of an effect it will have on me.