Not the actual sunrise… or the actual bridge.

I wake up at 4am, exercise, lift weights, have a spartan breakfast, get ready as quickly as I can — all just so I can cross the bridge on the way to work at the right time. Very light traffic. Just me, the bike, and the sunrise.

It doesn’t happen every day. Sometimes I skip the exercise for a sleep‑in. Sometimes I’m late and get stuck in traffic. Sometimes the sunrise is hidden behind clouds. And I’m not a hopeless romantic — I’m not “into” sunrises. I just know that when I cross that bridge, I look for it. And when it’s there, I drink it in.

I slow down a bit. It knocks the sharp edges off my day.