Last night and this morning

This morning I couldn't hear much because last night I went to a black metal show with Russ. We went there to support our friend and old housemate Jon who has played in a few different metal bands since I met him back in '07. The crowd was small probably because it was a Wednesday night and Portlanders- even the hardcore metal ones- were anxiously anticipating snow.
Although I am not a fan of metal and its various sub-genres (there is a marked difference between black metal and death metal, according to fans), I enjoyed the show for a couple of reasons. First there is Jon, a shy and soft-spoken guy with long hair and remarkable musical talent. Then there are the others who are just hardcore. It's fun to people watch at these events. I had been to a couple of Jon's shows down in Eugene in the olden days.
At the end of the show, the crowd of perhaps 7 or so was standing there in the front row singing along to the band's final song "Hail Lucifer." Other hits that night were "Eternal Chaos" and "Doomsday Vigilante."
Then I awoke this morning with my ears under water. The first ten minutes of my day passed per usual: I angrily cope with fact that I am awake when I don't want to be. It's a bitter anger I feel when torn from the dream world in which I prefer to stay. But as always, the feeling wears off and I feel okay that I am awake after all. I was perfunctorily dressing when I gazed out the window and to my surprise found a winter wonderland outside. The streets, the trees, the cars were all covered in fluffy snow. Large soft flakes were falling in such a beautiful way. And for the first time in a long time, I was genuinely happy to be awake that early. In my isolated world of muffled sound and the silent peace of snow falling on fir trees, I relished everything.