Sun, sand, and nature's hypodermic needles

Woke up this morning to see the sunrise. Google told me it was due to appear at 6:24. With all the excitement of a child (albeit a groggy headed one - went out last night, got to bed at 1:30 - details later) on Christmas Eve I woke up at 6, just to be on the safe side incase the sun's got a busy day and wanted to make a head start on things. Got to the shoreline and waited.

Why when we want to see nature at its most beautiful does it have to punish us by filling the air with a thousand flying hypodermic needles?! Seriously, what's the bloody point of mossys? If anything, I should be rewarded with an impenetrable aura of protection from those little javelins for being so keen to in spite of my headache.

Waited some more. The sun was late. maybe it went out last night too. It was 6:30 and still no sign. 6:50 approached and the sun then began to show its apologetic glowing mug. It wasn't what I was expecting (perhaps I've spent too much time watching the Lion King) but it was pretty none the less.

Sweaty, itchy and flustered I quickly took some snaps and sauntered off back to my room. It's 7:09 now. Going back to bed for a bit. When I re-surface, the sun better be on top of its game.