Something weird happened to us since moving to Sydney. Our sleeping patterns are totally screwed up. Some nights we are asleep by 9.30pm and up at 4.30am, even on the weekends. I am no early riser so this is particularly unusual for me but I am kind of loving it. I seem to have far more time during the day and I’m not forcing my bleary eyes to stay open while watching some mindless crap on tv. It also means we are up before sunrise. This gives us enough time to head down to Maroubra beach, grab a coffee, dig our toes into the cold and freshly combed sand and just watch in awe as the beach is bathed in pinky purples and then golden oranges. Of course this is Sydney so the dog walkers, surfers, yogis and baristas always seem to have a head-start on you.
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