I’ve always been a morning person. Even with two days off of work, I find myself waking up before my alarm would go off. It’s frustrating at times–I’d love to sleep in once in a while. If I do sleep in, it means I’m sick. Still, it’s not as if I spring out of bed and into action on a day off. I simply move to the couch and laze around a bit. When the lazing around coincides with a particularly beautiful sunrise, I’m glad to be awake:
Colors like this don’t last long. Like a shy doe, they slip silently into the trees once you notice them:
Not every morning is this beautiful, and many that are fall either too early or too late for me to catch them–or I’m too busy getting ready for work to notice. Now that I wake up in darkness and return in darkness, I don’t catch the final, lingering moments of sunset. I do catch these bursts of sunrise, though. At least for a while longer, until the daylength ratchets down too far. Solstice is only a month away, however, and when my time with sunrise returns, the backdrop will be a snowy landscape.
I don’t think I can ever see too many sunrises in my lifetime. Each one brings a moment’s peace. A slow inhalation of light and the promise of life, for without the sun, nothing lives. I enjoy the traces of that promise, reflected in the morning sky.
