May 07, 2012
Originally published October 17, 2003
I like to watch the eastern sky in the morning as a new day is born. The light creeps over the horizon and spills color all over the vanishing darkness of night. Then, the sun peeks up looking huge and bright. Orange at first, it slowly rises and changes to yellow, then to blinding white.
The birds sing and the morning breeze feels good on my face. The diurnal course continues, the way it has since the dawn of time.
A new day. A new adventure. Another page turned in the book of my life.
I like sunrises.
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