Watching the sun rise across the bay never gets old. Each morning is unique, affected by the weather and the time of year. Red and purple sunrises. Orange and hazy sunrises. Golden hues against deep blue skies.
Every morning is a poem in God’s palette. The sunrise is a moment of grace that explodes with hope: the gift of a new day to be lived to the fullest.
I love the sounds of early morning. First, the silence, and then the birdsong as the world around me wakes up. There’s something about dawn that sets the mood for the rest of my day. I’m struck by the beauty of the rising sun, but more than that, it inspires in me a sense of gratitude in anticipation of the day.
Even on days when I wake up dreading the challenges I’ll face, that moment of wonder when the first ray explodes on the horizon inspires hope for the miracles that await.
