It feels good to get up before the sun right after you get over feeling bad to get out of a warm bed earlier than usual. You feel like you're beating Nature at its own game in a way. But then the train is more crowded than you thought and you realize that some people do this every day. As that initial pinkish orange glow fades and the day grows into itself the feeling melts away and it become a day like others. And you feel like you lost that head start. Or maybe you didn't. I don't know. Part of my body remembers the feeling of being there when the day began. Maybe in the tiniest of ways it's a version of that first beginning, which we probably all carry around inside us somewhere.