What is the best day in the history of the universe?

          This particular Sunday, after a relatively late night (10pm… Oooo….) my eyes fluttered open to some crimson light peeking through the curtains….

         “Hmm…  looks like it will be a nice sunrise…”, I mumbled to myself as I rolled over and closed my eyes again.

         “Hang on, WHAT am I doing!?” 

         Instead of taking those much-needed extra few minutes of sleep, I leapt out of bed, wrapped a chitenje around my bare legs, and ran from the house.

         “Morning!", I called, as I jogged past my confused watchman and started jogging up the hill behind my house, clutching my chitenje in one hand, pinning down my braless boobs with the other. 

         With a sigh of contentment, (and relief that I had not stayed in bed and missed this spectacular show), I settled down on a concrete block to watch the day begin.

         Is there any better way to start the day?  Any more relaxing, motivating, reassuring sight to sleepy eyes, then a sunrise?