Have you ever been so thirsty to see a sunrise that you wake up your flatmate just to see it? I had been here for three weeks and the only sign was the brightening the clouds and that was how I knew the day had begun. Winter skies are often dark with pregnant clouds yielding their fat snow flakes. During the winter months, you have to have just a bit of faith that the sun still exists.
The sun was a shade of red I forgot existed. I was able to gaze with wonder at this red ball of light and reflect on the many sun rises I observed in South Korea. What I marvelled at was how the sun just appeared to always be white, a different position on our globe, a different season and I felt like I discovered a new view.
How each new day appears as something new and even though I appreciate winters far more now than I had in my youth, I always get up to see a sunrise. Perhaps it is in the promise of a new day, the power it represents. While we live we still have the power to make anything possible.
4 comments:
prana
The sunrise has the greatest gift of it.
The power of possible.
Great writing Marilyn.
Thank you Lady E..
Breathtaking! Thank you for sharing as our skies here in Ohio USA are shrouded by the veil of snow. It is beautiful in yet another way!
Tony
Thank you for your kind words. A little late coming from me. I hope all is well with you in Ohio.
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