Atlanta Night Skyline Wallpaper asked me sunrise or sunset and where's the best place to watch it.

Well, seeing as how I'm in Atlanta airport this AM heading back home and left the hotel in the dark at 6am but am now watching daylight appear over ATL, I guess I have to say: Sunrise.

But then, last night, I watched as day fled over the Olympic park in downtown Atlanta, in which case: Sunset.

Or, in other words, I don't really have a preference.

I like the quiet and emptiness of the world in the early hours of the morning – when I used to do a paper-round as a kid, I'd walk the neighbourhood before it awoke and, often, be with the sun as it rose – I like that quiet calm and sense of waking potential.

I also found that, at that time of the morning, any human I met with a "good morning" or "hello, how are you?" would answer honestly, as they had yet to put on their "game face"; the cloak of presented identity, their lie to the world.

And sunsets, over beaches, over cities, the gateway to being someone who's been held at bay all day. Going out. Or socializing. Or sleeping in the web of subconscious expression that paints our dreams. Sunset, the herald of diminished responsibility; the time for craziness to begin.

As I write this, I wonder if I liked those early mornings because it was when the craziness was being let go to come back to honest self – that transition point where people

[and me of course]

were being just who they were with no affectation.

Where's the best place to watch the sunrise/sunset?

Feet on the ground, head in the clouds, being part of the transition to a new day anywhere on Earth is good enough for me.

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