As I'd seen where the sun went down the night before, I had a pretty good idea where the sun would come up. When I woke at 5:50, I sat bolt upright in bed, flung back the blakets and started yanking on clothes. At 5:55, Brent, who is decidedly less frantic about seeing every sunrise he can and therefore a slower dresser gave me permission to go out alone. I sprinted for the exit and was greeted by this:
He can always make me laugh so hysterically that I disturb the peace.
And....."It's OK. This is the Middle East, not the Middle West."