wake up call

I wish I was a morning person.  

I wish I was a morning person after witnessing the sun wake up today. 

The way it rose unannounced, routinely and solitary in the sky. Not a single cloud accompanying it.  

I wish I was a morning person because the mornings always leave me fascinated and attuned to the fact that there is so much more to life than my tiny worries.

Presenting the surreal reality that we are given a new beginning over and over again. And the most beautiful beginning it is, with the promise of daylight to carry onward. To soak up conversations and find meaning in the mundane.  

I wish I was a morning person so I could experience the miracle of a sunrise more often. How it illuminates the sky — transforming it into a canvas of  possibility.

A gentle nudge instilling appreciation deep within your core before you come to realize it. 

The mountains stood proudly. Dressed in purple as they contrasted the warm pink sky.  Peeking out from behind the buildings as they waited patiently for the sun to warm the ridges of their backs.

And through my heavy-lidded eyes I experienced daybreak and there is something incredibly humbling about that.  

A firsthand reminder that I am so small. So insignificant in comparison to the world around me. Yet, I remain an integral part of it at the same time. Quietly coexisting in a space shared by so much potential.

Today I was a morning person and I watched the sunrise fill every corner of sky.  

Brushstrokes that bring forth the dawn.

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