The Unthinkable
On Thursday morning I got up at the earliest time as I have in a long time. The only time I can remember getting on a train any earlier was when I left for Sydney earlier this year. Only that time it was daylight, where as this time it was pitch black when I got up at 6:40am. As I walked out the door twenty minutes later, it was still quite dark though there was a glimmer of daylight.
It was a cold chilly walk to the station and the air has a crisp feel to it. The street lights were still on and a few cars went past with their headlights beaming. It wasn’t until I got on the tram at Elizabeth Street in the city that the sun made its first appearance as just a glimmer of light on the city buildings. Yet as I rode the tram up Royal Parade a possum could be seen still lurking in one of the elm trees. Finally as I was approaching Brunswick, sunlight was making its appearance in the tree tops.
It’s a strange and almost eerie feeling to be out so early, yet almost an amazing feeling at the same time to see the world awaken. Though possibly only because I don’t do it that often.
The reason was that I had to go into TAFE to finish off some work that I should have done last year. Yeah I’ve been slack, well at least in this instance I have an excuse since I was sick when the module was on originally. The only classes being run were for some Prepress apprentices from 8am to 4:30pm. These apprentices must be brave and fearless people to be getting there so early and in fact they do it for two weeks at a time.
On Friday I didn’t quite get up as early and it was already magnitudes quieter when I left, however, on both days it was still quite dark when I left and dark when I got home too. Well now I’m glad it’s the weekend and glad that I don’t have classes next week.