When the day is still short, new born, and people’s lives blurred by sleep, when darkness fades away and to the East the sun ascends from a place ahead in time, there is a fleeting moment when the light becomes magical and promising. It’s much faster than the evening transition, almost sudden, as if nature too was forced to splash her face will cold water to wake up and chase dreams away. The Spaniards call it la madrugada. It’s dawn – hopes up, surf’s up. So to speak.
October 11, 2007